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A shocking card game.
I am the youngest of three children. With 4 years between each of us, we never really played much together. So my parents tried to correct this by having family game sessions every week or so. Usually, this was a board game or some cards. It was the early 80’s after all.
On one of these days the five of us were sitting around the kitchen table playing cards. I was 13 years of age or so, and my parents were in their mid 40's. To me, at the time, they seemed ancient. Cards were dealt, and as the game progressed, and cards were played, a 6 and a 9 appeared side by side on the kitchen table.
"69!" My sister (the middle child) giggled to the oldest and pointed at the cards.
"Gahfaw" My brother chuckled
... and I looked scared, as I had just learned recently what a 69 was.
"Whah…?” … my mum seemed confused … “What is it?”
“Sixty-nine, mom!”, my sister chimed in, “You know … look at the numbers … one is right side up, the other upside down, curvy bits” making gestures with her hands, and a ‘say no more’ wink.
My dad at this point was leaning back in his chair, absorbing all that his innocent children were blabbering about.
And then my mum let fly, what will leave me scarred for life, a comment as she quickly grabbed my fathers shoulder, and looked excitedly at him, with a big grin “Oh honey! The kids have a name for it!”
The horror.
(Fri 12th Feb 2010, 16:48, More)
A shocking card game.
I am the youngest of three children. With 4 years between each of us, we never really played much together. So my parents tried to correct this by having family game sessions every week or so. Usually, this was a board game or some cards. It was the early 80’s after all.
On one of these days the five of us were sitting around the kitchen table playing cards. I was 13 years of age or so, and my parents were in their mid 40's. To me, at the time, they seemed ancient. Cards were dealt, and as the game progressed, and cards were played, a 6 and a 9 appeared side by side on the kitchen table.
"69!" My sister (the middle child) giggled to the oldest and pointed at the cards.
"Gahfaw" My brother chuckled
... and I looked scared, as I had just learned recently what a 69 was.
"Whah…?” … my mum seemed confused … “What is it?”
“Sixty-nine, mom!”, my sister chimed in, “You know … look at the numbers … one is right side up, the other upside down, curvy bits” making gestures with her hands, and a ‘say no more’ wink.
My dad at this point was leaning back in his chair, absorbing all that his innocent children were blabbering about.
And then my mum let fly, what will leave me scarred for life, a comment as she quickly grabbed my fathers shoulder, and looked excitedly at him, with a big grin “Oh honey! The kids have a name for it!”
The horror.
(Fri 12th Feb 2010, 16:48, More)