Return of Memoryfest - Day 5/31
5. Elementary School
One summer when I was six or seven, my dad made up a game called "hit the penny" in which he and I, or my sister, or my mother, or all of us, would stand around a penny on the driveway and bounce a tennis ball to each other, trying to hit the coin. Double points if we moved it, triple if we flipped it. After a while on a good day we'd work up a rhythm: plink, catch, plink, catch, plink, catch.
About the Memoryfest
One summer when I was six or seven, my dad made up a game called "hit the penny" in which he and I, or my sister, or my mother, or all of us, would stand around a penny on the driveway and bounce a tennis ball to each other, trying to hit the coin. Double points if we moved it, triple if we flipped it. After a while on a good day we'd work up a rhythm: plink, catch, plink, catch, plink, catch.
About the Memoryfest