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When my siblings and I were young, we had not very much in terms of material goods, but lots of energy and imagination. We would often play "Indian Village" (I was Princess White Lily)(yes, this is very un-PC now) or movies (I was Annie in Annie, Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, Red in the Fraggles and Donna in LaBamba) or any other strange children games. My brothers would either play along with the girls (Gobo to my Red, Ritchie to my Donna) or be really vicious (like when they played with our Ken dolls, only to have the Kens simultaneous divorce the Barbies and take them for everything they were worth)(this is why we were not surprised when Drew became an attorney, btw.).
My brother Rhett would sometimes put in an old teething ring of Sig's and run around yelling "April's teeth! April's teeth!" in reference to a girl in our school who had huge teeth. From this stemmed one of the greatest characters of our youth that I had completely forgotten about until on Sunday when Drew randomly pulled it out of his mental bag of tricks:
Bucky the Streeter!
Bucky was my brother Rhett's mean alter-ego. Bucky would chase after all the siblings and beat us up. Bucky had buck teeth and lived on the street -- hence the name: Bucky the Streeter.
Oh, those were the days.
On Sunday, at dinner, Drew brought it up randomly and a mental image of Rhett running around chasing us popped in my head and I couldn't stop laughing. I'm still laughing about it. When I asked him what prompted that, he replied, "I was trying to figure out the origins of Timmy Claus and where we would have pulled that from, and I thought, 'hey, it must be Bucky the Streeter!'"
My brothers have always had their mischievous sides. Even now. Drew's comes from a sweeter place than Rhett's, but neither's is malicious.
Rowan now has this character to add to "people who will take things away if you are naughty" (Timmy has now taken away two blankets from Rowan, which has solved the 'eating of the blanket' problem). She is a little scared that Bucky is going to try to come in to our house to take her toys, but knows that he does live on the streets and does not have easy access to apartments. On Tuesday night, we told each other stories and in my story, the villains were Timmy Claus and Bucky the Streeter, who apparently DO go way back.
Perhaps I'm a little mean to encourage this in my daughter. But, maybe I have a little bit of mischief in me, too.
My brother Rhett would sometimes put in an old teething ring of Sig's and run around yelling "April's teeth! April's teeth!" in reference to a girl in our school who had huge teeth. From this stemmed one of the greatest characters of our youth that I had completely forgotten about until on Sunday when Drew randomly pulled it out of his mental bag of tricks:
Bucky the Streeter!
Bucky was my brother Rhett's mean alter-ego. Bucky would chase after all the siblings and beat us up. Bucky had buck teeth and lived on the street -- hence the name: Bucky the Streeter.
Oh, those were the days.
On Sunday, at dinner, Drew brought it up randomly and a mental image of Rhett running around chasing us popped in my head and I couldn't stop laughing. I'm still laughing about it. When I asked him what prompted that, he replied, "I was trying to figure out the origins of Timmy Claus and where we would have pulled that from, and I thought, 'hey, it must be Bucky the Streeter!'"
My brothers have always had their mischievous sides. Even now. Drew's comes from a sweeter place than Rhett's, but neither's is malicious.
Rowan now has this character to add to "people who will take things away if you are naughty" (Timmy has now taken away two blankets from Rowan, which has solved the 'eating of the blanket' problem). She is a little scared that Bucky is going to try to come in to our house to take her toys, but knows that he does live on the streets and does not have easy access to apartments. On Tuesday night, we told each other stories and in my story, the villains were Timmy Claus and Bucky the Streeter, who apparently DO go way back.
Perhaps I'm a little mean to encourage this in my daughter. But, maybe I have a little bit of mischief in me, too.