Okay, so, here's one of my many stories, ha ha.
In my grade twelve gym class, we decided that we wanted to play some of the games we used to play in junior high, just because it was our grad year. So, someone suggested we play 'steal the bacon'.
For any of you who don't know how the game goes, I'll explain it. The class it split into two teams, and everyone is given a number so that there is one of each number on each team. (i.e. If there's a three on one team, there has to be a three on the other.) Then you lay a few gymnastics mats in between the two teams, toss a super-mini tug-of-war rope into the middle, and you're set. The object of the game is to bring the 'bacon' back 'home' (to your team). So, each time you bring home the bacon, you get a point, blah, blah.
This time, my matching number was Joe (not really, I'm just changing the name to protect identity) and he was about 6'4" and built like a rock. I was (and still am, ha ha) 5'2" and only weigh about 100 pounds...but I'm strong, and I'd beaten him in the past. So, let's say my number was five at the time (I don't really remember). So the teacher calls out five, and we both take off crawling towards the rope in the middle. I managed to stand my ground pretty well for about five minutes (I think he was just going easy on me, we were pretty good friends in high school and even now) before the teacher called out the one word that sends me into a state of panic every time I hear it.
"Tickle!"
Instantly, a pleading look took over my face and I kept pulling for all I was worth, while shaking my head.
"Please, no." I said over and over again, almost whimpering, while he smirked at me and took a hand off of the rope and started moving it towards me slowly, wiggling his fingers. He, along with the rest of the grad class (and, apparently, the gym teacher), knew exactly how ticklish I was. (Well, except maybe the exchange student, but it probably didn't take long for her to figure it out, ha ha)
"Just let go." He said to me, grinning, as his hand came closer and closer to my side, and I tried pulling harder on the rope, but to my horror, I couldn't pull us any closer to my side of the mat. I distinctly remember another guy on my team, we'll say his name was Derek, looking up at the teacher and saying,
"Come on, just call another number. She's gonna lose." To which the teacher grinned and replied,
"No, let them have it out." (I still wonder if she didn't have a tickle fetish) [side note: in the game, more than one number can be called in. So, if the teacher called in two and ten, then the two and ten from each team went in and tried to 'steal the bacon'.]
As I was looking over at the gym teacher, Joe's fingers made contact with my side, in a light, spidery fashion (the MOST torturous way to tickle someone) and I screamed, giggled and pleaded him to stop, trying as hard as I could to keep holding onto the rope. Finally, when his fingers made contact with my ribs no more than ten seconds later, I let go of the rope and he took off towards his side with it.
To this day, he stills teases me about letting go of that darn rope! 😛
In my grade twelve gym class, we decided that we wanted to play some of the games we used to play in junior high, just because it was our grad year. So, someone suggested we play 'steal the bacon'.
For any of you who don't know how the game goes, I'll explain it. The class it split into two teams, and everyone is given a number so that there is one of each number on each team. (i.e. If there's a three on one team, there has to be a three on the other.) Then you lay a few gymnastics mats in between the two teams, toss a super-mini tug-of-war rope into the middle, and you're set. The object of the game is to bring the 'bacon' back 'home' (to your team). So, each time you bring home the bacon, you get a point, blah, blah.
This time, my matching number was Joe (not really, I'm just changing the name to protect identity) and he was about 6'4" and built like a rock. I was (and still am, ha ha) 5'2" and only weigh about 100 pounds...but I'm strong, and I'd beaten him in the past. So, let's say my number was five at the time (I don't really remember). So the teacher calls out five, and we both take off crawling towards the rope in the middle. I managed to stand my ground pretty well for about five minutes (I think he was just going easy on me, we were pretty good friends in high school and even now) before the teacher called out the one word that sends me into a state of panic every time I hear it.
"Tickle!"
Instantly, a pleading look took over my face and I kept pulling for all I was worth, while shaking my head.
"Please, no." I said over and over again, almost whimpering, while he smirked at me and took a hand off of the rope and started moving it towards me slowly, wiggling his fingers. He, along with the rest of the grad class (and, apparently, the gym teacher), knew exactly how ticklish I was. (Well, except maybe the exchange student, but it probably didn't take long for her to figure it out, ha ha)
"Just let go." He said to me, grinning, as his hand came closer and closer to my side, and I tried pulling harder on the rope, but to my horror, I couldn't pull us any closer to my side of the mat. I distinctly remember another guy on my team, we'll say his name was Derek, looking up at the teacher and saying,
"Come on, just call another number. She's gonna lose." To which the teacher grinned and replied,
"No, let them have it out." (I still wonder if she didn't have a tickle fetish) [side note: in the game, more than one number can be called in. So, if the teacher called in two and ten, then the two and ten from each team went in and tried to 'steal the bacon'.]
As I was looking over at the gym teacher, Joe's fingers made contact with my side, in a light, spidery fashion (the MOST torturous way to tickle someone) and I screamed, giggled and pleaded him to stop, trying as hard as I could to keep holding onto the rope. Finally, when his fingers made contact with my ribs no more than ten seconds later, I let go of the rope and he took off towards his side with it.
To this day, he stills teases me about letting go of that darn rope! 😛
