Now here’s the part where I reminisce about the good ol’ days and get all nostalgic and happy and stuff: Growing up as a kid, I remember playing with a few Super Soakers along with my brother and a bunch of neighborhood friends. Before heading out, my mom would apply layers upon layers of sunscreen on me and my brother. Then she’d force us to wear the brightest neon snapback caps in the world: neon pink for me and neon green for the bro. We basically felt like popsicles—sticky and bright. Off we’d go to a nearby friend who would phone call the other kids from the neighborhood to come to his house. After we’re all gathered at this dude’s backyard, we’d divide ourselves into two teams (thank goodness for the eeny, meeny, miney, mo rhyme). Then, for two hours, we’d all run around the neighborhood acting all cool with our big neon Super Soakers and screaming wildly while chasing our opponents to drench them with a whole lot of H20.
Yep, those were the days where mom would yell at you at the top of her lungs when she’d discover that you were soaking wet from head to toe when you came home after 2 hours of playing ‘the soak game ‘with the kiddies from the block. All you needed was a neon gun-shaped plastic toy filled with water to have a blast with some friends.
Yep, those were the days where mom would yell at you at the top of her lungs when she’d discover that you were soaking wet from head to toe when you came home after 2 hours of playing ‘the soak game ‘with the kiddies from the block. All you needed was a neon gun-shaped plastic toy filled with water to have a blast with some friends.