I Like Roleplaying
i find it a fun way to pass time, and a good way to make chats more interesting
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spikem · M
@SW-User it depends on my mood and what the other person and i want to do
UncleJlovesbrazil · 61-69, M
I admire your mother greatly for providing for you and your siblings like she did. Many moms who married young and had children at a young age would have not wanted to raise kids practically by herself. I also admire you for respecting your parents by not blaming them for the fact you were rarely our of her site.
I am glad you were close to your cousin. Was he sort of a mentor or even a big brother to you growing up? I had a cousin like that. They treated me better than the cousins who were closer to my own age.
Are your parents still together? I have great respect for your mom for staying with him despite his abuse and drinking. I am fortunate not to have had that problem. Though my parents argued a lot, screamed at each other and their kids and spanked us out of anger, they weren't abusive toward us. At least not to a huge extent. My dad got satisfaction of shaming me in front of his friends and mine. There was a friend of my dad who enjoyed his doing it so much that he'd bring up a subject he knew my dad would get all riled up about to hear him yell at me.
How did you get along with your siblings? How may do you have? I had four sisters. The oldest drank/depressed herself to death. The second oldest was like a second mommy to me and helped my mom out by caring for me and singing me to sleep when I was very young. Even through college, I couldn't sleep without listening to music.
Sister #3 and I weren't really that close until I was about 12 or 13. She and I would hang out in her room and she'd tape songs from the radio, which I got for Christmas one year.
Then there was me. Next came my younger sister. We are only two years, one month and four days apart and share a great bond ever since we were VERY young. She was into girly things such as dolls and dresses.
I'd lovingly play house with her and her dolls. She'd hand them to me to spank. In time, she'd take the doll's place over my knee to be spanked. I never hit her hard because I loved her too much to cause her any pain. Eventually, I began baring her bottom for the spankings. We'd play every day together. When we were 15 and 13 we didn't play our games anymore but did hang out together and were the same size. People thought we were twins.
At 7 she became ill and has not had a well day in almost a half century yet with all she has gone through, she's living her childhood dream to be a wife and mother. In all these years of being sick, she is yet to complain. She and I have kept that special bond over all these years.
I am overseas at the moment and can only communicate with her and others through email and with SW friends through this site. I will probably be moving to Brazil in the near future but will continue to keep close touch with people I know and love in the US. Though everything takes longer here, I can live MUCH simpler life for a lot less money here than I ever could in the US.
Thanks for keeping up with me. Yes, I enjoyed those games very much and found plenty of kids to play them with who enjoyed them as much as I did. Were you not close to any of your siblings? Is your dad still living? How is he now after all these years. How is your mom getting along?
My second mother of a sister is now "quad" due to an accident and a stroke. She can only move her eyes. She lives in Hawaii, where she was teaching in a small private school there before suffering an accident leaving her prone to a wheel chair. She returned to teaching only to suffer a double stroke a year later which left her incapable of swallowing, talking or even moving any part of her body except her eyes.
Sister #3 has suffered from a very DEEP depression since loosing her husband.
Sister #4, as I mentioned, is quite ill but we keep good touch. She has no kidney and has to go to dialysis three times a week. Her other organs are not doing well, either. I do worry for her and can only receive news through email right now.
Trust you are well and thanks for being so good to respond.
I am glad you were close to your cousin. Was he sort of a mentor or even a big brother to you growing up? I had a cousin like that. They treated me better than the cousins who were closer to my own age.
Are your parents still together? I have great respect for your mom for staying with him despite his abuse and drinking. I am fortunate not to have had that problem. Though my parents argued a lot, screamed at each other and their kids and spanked us out of anger, they weren't abusive toward us. At least not to a huge extent. My dad got satisfaction of shaming me in front of his friends and mine. There was a friend of my dad who enjoyed his doing it so much that he'd bring up a subject he knew my dad would get all riled up about to hear him yell at me.
How did you get along with your siblings? How may do you have? I had four sisters. The oldest drank/depressed herself to death. The second oldest was like a second mommy to me and helped my mom out by caring for me and singing me to sleep when I was very young. Even through college, I couldn't sleep without listening to music.
Sister #3 and I weren't really that close until I was about 12 or 13. She and I would hang out in her room and she'd tape songs from the radio, which I got for Christmas one year.
Then there was me. Next came my younger sister. We are only two years, one month and four days apart and share a great bond ever since we were VERY young. She was into girly things such as dolls and dresses.
I'd lovingly play house with her and her dolls. She'd hand them to me to spank. In time, she'd take the doll's place over my knee to be spanked. I never hit her hard because I loved her too much to cause her any pain. Eventually, I began baring her bottom for the spankings. We'd play every day together. When we were 15 and 13 we didn't play our games anymore but did hang out together and were the same size. People thought we were twins.
At 7 she became ill and has not had a well day in almost a half century yet with all she has gone through, she's living her childhood dream to be a wife and mother. In all these years of being sick, she is yet to complain. She and I have kept that special bond over all these years.
I am overseas at the moment and can only communicate with her and others through email and with SW friends through this site. I will probably be moving to Brazil in the near future but will continue to keep close touch with people I know and love in the US. Though everything takes longer here, I can live MUCH simpler life for a lot less money here than I ever could in the US.
Thanks for keeping up with me. Yes, I enjoyed those games very much and found plenty of kids to play them with who enjoyed them as much as I did. Were you not close to any of your siblings? Is your dad still living? How is he now after all these years. How is your mom getting along?
My second mother of a sister is now "quad" due to an accident and a stroke. She can only move her eyes. She lives in Hawaii, where she was teaching in a small private school there before suffering an accident leaving her prone to a wheel chair. She returned to teaching only to suffer a double stroke a year later which left her incapable of swallowing, talking or even moving any part of her body except her eyes.
Sister #3 has suffered from a very DEEP depression since loosing her husband.
Sister #4, as I mentioned, is quite ill but we keep good touch. She has no kidney and has to go to dialysis three times a week. Her other organs are not doing well, either. I do worry for her and can only receive news through email right now.
Trust you are well and thanks for being so good to respond.
spikem · M
No problem, it's nice to be able to have a conversation now and then, and I appreciate you responding to me. My parents will be celebrating the 45th wedding anniversary next month. She was 14 and dad 21 when they married. All her siblings were betting on how long they would stay together, but ironically mom and dad are the only of her family that hasn't remarried. I think you might of misread one part of my comment though. It was my mom's father not mine that was the abusive drunk. My mother vowed that if she ever had a family she wouldn't be like her father, and kept that promise. Like yours, embarrassment and verbal attacks seemed to be my parent's biggest weapon against us. My dad was there growing up, just he wasn't very involved with us growing up. I think his most used phrase growing up was "go ask your mother" in it's various forms or "go play or do something and leave me alone" was also heard countless times. Not that he was a bad parent, just not as involved as some. He is still alive, just not in the greatest health. Mom is still working full time and going strong. There was 5 of us growing up. I had an older brother who was killed in a car accident when he was 14. Then it was me, and two younger brothers and a sister. The next brother after me, and i haven't spoken in about ten years. The only thing we agree on is that I hate him and he hates me. The youngest brother, and sister and I talk, not as much as some siblings do, but we have a good relationship. They were a big help after my house burned a year and a half ago. And it was my mom and I that were there helping my youngest brother after he got into some trouble a couple years ago. My sister does have some mental problems that were a result of the car accident that killed my oldest brother.
UncleJlovesbrazil · 61-69, M
My dad was a very involved missionary and a very good father except he always spanked in anger. He always made time for his five kids. My younger sister and I would often bring "Golden" books to him and climb on his lap and he would put down his studies and paperwork and read them to us. My attention span was much shorter than that of my sister so I only brought him one at a time.
For me, he made up songs about some of my favorite stories. For years, I thought they were actual songs from the book itself. He loved me dearly, especially since I was his only boy. He once filled out a gift tag for one of my Christmas presents which read, "To" my son, my son, my only son." This touched me deeply.
My mom and I were buddies for the same reason. As I became a teen, she said I could stay out visiting my many friends until a good descent hour as long as I checked in with her every hour or so to save her from worrying. I did betray that trust a time or two and just the look of displeasure on her normally smiling face spoke volumes more than any punishment she or my dad could hand out. I was a pretty responsible and respectable kid growing up.
My dad DID get a certain enjoyment out of bawling me out in front of others to prove his dominance over me. This cut me deep but our bond would be restored once the company left.
I am so sorry about your sister and oldest brother. I lost my oldest sister to alcoholism many years ago. She battled depression which drove her to drink, which drove her into depression. The vicious cycle eventually took her life, but not before she lost everything she had.
How old is your sister and how old was she at the time of the accident? Is she able to hear and understand well? Does she recognize you or anyone in the family. My heart goes out to you and those who watch out for her well being.😀
For me, he made up songs about some of my favorite stories. For years, I thought they were actual songs from the book itself. He loved me dearly, especially since I was his only boy. He once filled out a gift tag for one of my Christmas presents which read, "To" my son, my son, my only son." This touched me deeply.
My mom and I were buddies for the same reason. As I became a teen, she said I could stay out visiting my many friends until a good descent hour as long as I checked in with her every hour or so to save her from worrying. I did betray that trust a time or two and just the look of displeasure on her normally smiling face spoke volumes more than any punishment she or my dad could hand out. I was a pretty responsible and respectable kid growing up.
My dad DID get a certain enjoyment out of bawling me out in front of others to prove his dominance over me. This cut me deep but our bond would be restored once the company left.
I am so sorry about your sister and oldest brother. I lost my oldest sister to alcoholism many years ago. She battled depression which drove her to drink, which drove her into depression. The vicious cycle eventually took her life, but not before she lost everything she had.
How old is your sister and how old was she at the time of the accident? Is she able to hear and understand well? Does she recognize you or anyone in the family. My heart goes out to you and those who watch out for her well being.😀
spikem · M
she was around 2 or three when it happened, and is around thirty now. she does understand and stuff, but mentally she is more like an adolescent than her actual age. i think losing my oldest brother was a factor in my mother especially being over protective. she didn't like it when any of use were out of earshot, and definitely didn't like the thought of any of us being out with friends.
my mom and i are fairly close, about like friends, but things are kind of distant with my dad and i. much of the times visited are filled with idle chit chat and awkward silence. it's not that i don't care, its just like there isn't much of a bond it's hard to explain.
my mom and i are fairly close, about like friends, but things are kind of distant with my dad and i. much of the times visited are filled with idle chit chat and awkward silence. it's not that i don't care, its just like there isn't much of a bond it's hard to explain.
UncleJlovesbrazil · 61-69, M
I role played for most of my growing up. We we all so innocent about life. We'd role play Superman, Batman as well as other superheroes by pinning towels behind our heads to emulate what we saw on TV.
We had tree house forts or just built one out of cardboard or anything we could find. We didn't need to spent a couple hundred dollars for fancy plastic buildings just to play in them for a year or so and grow tired of them so that they rotted away.
We also imitated what we saw in life. When we played "house" we copied what we saw in our own families. We used our parent's names and named our "kids' by names we knew. We would imitate school experiences when we played "school" complete with teacher(s) student(s) and a principal. The principal was the one who did the spanking (and there was a lot of it in our play as in life).
We'd used our own imaginations and creativity to "invent" things instead of letting computers (PCs weren't even a dream yet).
We would even imitate what went on in the doctor's office. We just copied everything we observed during our visits when we played together. We took temperatures rectally and even gave shots in the but. Most of the game would center around the bared butt. Again, this was all in innocence. Though we did experience certain feelings and sensations we enjoyed but couldn't understand. What a great time to be a kid!
We had tree house forts or just built one out of cardboard or anything we could find. We didn't need to spent a couple hundred dollars for fancy plastic buildings just to play in them for a year or so and grow tired of them so that they rotted away.
We also imitated what we saw in life. When we played "house" we copied what we saw in our own families. We used our parent's names and named our "kids' by names we knew. We would imitate school experiences when we played "school" complete with teacher(s) student(s) and a principal. The principal was the one who did the spanking (and there was a lot of it in our play as in life).
We'd used our own imaginations and creativity to "invent" things instead of letting computers (PCs weren't even a dream yet).
We would even imitate what went on in the doctor's office. We just copied everything we observed during our visits when we played together. We took temperatures rectally and even gave shots in the but. Most of the game would center around the bared butt. Again, this was all in innocence. Though we did experience certain feelings and sensations we enjoyed but couldn't understand. What a great time to be a kid!
spikem · M
I did too when I was a kid. Same as you there was the playing house with whatever we could find, we also spent a lot of time pretending to be driving where ever we wanted in the old cars that were usually somewhere around. It was just my siblings and as since we lived in the country, and because my mom especially wouldn't here of letting us out of her site, partly because this was at the the big fear that there were kidnappers and child molesters around every corner and that we were juvenile delinquents just waiting a chance to get out and go on the crime spree that she was sure we would go on. I don't hold her totally to blame, that's just the mindset of the times back then. With all those "after school specials" doing their best to fill everyone's head with fear of any and everyone. Despite all this we still found ways to occupy our time. Nothing as interesting as what you tell of, but we still managed. Like you, the internet wasn't out yet. It never really started to take off until I was in high school, the Apple IIe was high tech when I was in elementary school.
Granted I had always wanted more friends and to expirament, but I still had fun.
I still like to online when I can find someone interesting to play with.
Granted I had always wanted more friends and to expirament, but I still had fun.
I still like to online when I can find someone interesting to play with.
spikem · M
it wasn't a farm that i grew up on, just my dad inherited a lot of land when his parents died. we were expected to be where we could be seen or heard by our parents. the only exception was when, me mostly would go next door to my aunt's. while my cousin was much older, i was closer to him than my siblings, and my aunt and uncle were like a second set of parents. it would have been an ideal place for games like you mentioned and given the chance i would have been doing the same as you. i had often daydreamed of such things. i don't fault my parents being the way they were, i understand that mom especially was just doing the best she could, she had married very young and didn't have a very good childhood with an abusive drunk for a father who didn't stay in one place for very long, she had said it wasn't unusual to come home from school and find he had the truck loaded they'd be off to somewhere else. my dad's parent were quite older when he was born and had died when he was young so not much there to go on either.
i do find your hints at stories to be quite interesting and intriguing
i do find your hints at stories to be quite interesting and intriguing
UncleJlovesbrazil · 61-69, M
Thanks for your response. Sorry you didn't have much contact with the outside world living on a farm. You sure had a nice "playground" on your farm. Did this mean you had to stay close to the house within seeing distance of your mom?
We would visit cousins on a farm in New York state. We had plenty of space to run around but we also played our "naughty" games in the loft of the barn or even in the attic of the farm house. It was rarely used so after dark, we'd all play up there. There was a single light hanging from the rafters with a switch on the light itself. There was also some old furniture up there we used to appropriate for our play.
The barn loft was rarely used and was high up enough so as not to be seen whenever someone came in during the day. We enjoyed the ruggedness of the loft. We would keep an old blanket up there so as not to be "prickled" by the old hay. We rarely got together there so made the most of the little time we had together. It was a time that holds priceless memories for me. Amazingly enough, we were never caught in either place!
We would visit cousins on a farm in New York state. We had plenty of space to run around but we also played our "naughty" games in the loft of the barn or even in the attic of the farm house. It was rarely used so after dark, we'd all play up there. There was a single light hanging from the rafters with a switch on the light itself. There was also some old furniture up there we used to appropriate for our play.
The barn loft was rarely used and was high up enough so as not to be seen whenever someone came in during the day. We enjoyed the ruggedness of the loft. We would keep an old blanket up there so as not to be "prickled" by the old hay. We rarely got together there so made the most of the little time we had together. It was a time that holds priceless memories for me. Amazingly enough, we were never caught in either place!
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MartinTheFirst · 26-30, M
I've always found them awkward unless they happen naturally. If someone says "wanna rp?" I'll be thinking "if you wanted to rp then just start doing it and i will jump in, now its just awkward" and i will be saying "maybe not right now" xD