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You participated, sometime in the game " chicken fight " (Russian version: " horses battle ", " pony ", "riders", etc.), riding on the shoulders of each other? What feeling is you have this game? If you had to play again in this game, then what role would you like to be - "Rider" or " pony ", and why?
In childhood and adolescence, many of you probably played in the backyard games like - " chicken fight " where the participants actually performed the role of the "pony" or "rider". "Riders" sit astride on the shoulders of its "Pony" and the problem was that one couple had to be reset to land another pair. And each party, of course, wanted to be a "rider" to yourself to ride the shoulders of his comrade. Oddly enough, but "riders" were either the youngest and weakest children, or (in most cases) - the most senior, insolent and strong. And if the first planted on the shoulders, the latter sit there yourself ...
It seems that childhood is gone, but as a student and then a grown man - thought it would be desirable at times to recall the children's games. Play with friends on the beach in " chicken fight ". Or just for fun - a ride on the street on the shoulders of a friend.
Why there is a desire to ride someone else? And why there is a sense of cool from the trip on someone's shoulder? I ask honestly express your opinions.
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I'll never forget back in the summer of 1993 a 17 year old girl named Ana was sitting on the side of the pool when a guy lifted his girlfriend on his shoulders and said, "chicken fight." I asked Ana if she wanted a ride and she slid from the side of the pool on my shoulders...damn it was amazing to have a such a cute girl sitting on my shoulders with those lovely legs of hers! Unfortunately we lost the chicken fight but I will always remember having the leggy latina Ana seated on my shoulders for a few minutes! : )
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Very touching and emotional story! Thank you, Ladylifter. So you prefer the role of "pony"? Who else wants to tell his story on this topic?
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You reminded me of a story while I was stationed in Guam. I was invited to a fiesta which the locals always had because of a birthday or Holy Communion.All of the GI's in my unit loved going to these because of the food and beer that was passed around. Well there were several girls ranging in age from 16 to 30. There was this one girl Maria,she was beautiful. I thought she had the best shaped legs I ever saw. She was wearing a yellow skirt nice and short. Four of us guys were sitting on a bench just talking when four girls came up from behind us and wrapped there legs around our necks,all at the same time and asked us to carry them. Well Maria got on me. And I felt so good to have this beautiful girl pick me ride. She couldn't get enough of this. She rode me 20 minutes or so. I will never forget her. All the girls took turns riding us. Man was that a party.
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A very positive story, femlifter52. I am grateful to you for these light memories. But we want more stories! More! More!
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I used to play chicken-fight rounds on my brother a bunch of times at 17 and 18 (when he was 12/13). We liked having me on top more often than not so I could provide the power against the other couple, and luckily he was strong enough to hold me pretty well.
Once when I was 15 I played on this random kid about 12 who asked politely if I would be his rider for a chicken fight against two of his other friends. I was much taller than him and even though he was a bit heavyset with broad shoulders, I was still surprised at how well he brought me up, carried me over to his friends and held me throughout the fight (we won, haha).
Then at 17 I had the thrill of being a chicken-fight rider (twice) on my girlfriend's shoulders at a pool party. Our second fight lasted almost 2 minutes.
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Excellent story, MAlifterandrider. I also used to play in «CHICKEN FIGHT»-together with my twin brother. When we were young, we loved this game: he carried me on his shoulders, I carried him. Merry were the days ...
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