Stories of Tie Up Games

Nicely written, detailed, touching aftermath.

Thanks. In those days, pre-Internet, we knew nothing about the outside world, our neighborhood was tough so we hid from it, and tie up games were escape, naive, and exploration.

Interesting story. On the one hand, you took advantage of her need for money, but she did consent. Your writing style is fine, in the Baltimore vernacular. I write in Brooklynese. Looking forward to others.

Genuine and sweet.

I have stories posted of my tie up games with Sean, Sheila, a 10 year old friend, and Elisa, the lady janitor in our building, but I never saw Katie again. She lived in Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan, the neighborhood where Goodfellas takes place, like a foreign country to me in Brooklyn.

Tie-up wrestling My best friend Sean invited me to his house for New Years Eve. His parents were having a family party with his aunts, uncles, and cousins. He wanted me there because his older cousin Joe bullied him. It was a chance for me to get away from my mother who would just watch the ball dro...

Thanks. While what happened to Colleen was sad, we both ended our last night feeling more happy than upset, which was a kind of closure. The first time she let me tie her up in a game of capture the flag, I think she was giving up control to see what would happen; I didn't take advantage and made he...

As I recall, Colleen would come home holidays, but I'm sure I didn't try to contact her, as it would have meant trouble for her, and everything would have been different anyway. Bad stuff happened, we rolled with it--we had to. But my memories of Colleen are good, highpoints of my childhood, as I ho...

Last time with Colleen I was lying in bed late at night reading an Aquaman comic, a towel under the bottom of my door so my mother couldn't see my light was on, when I heard a tapping on my window. At first I wondered if it was some crazy stray cat, because burglars don't tap. I pulled aside the sha...

My Colleen stories are a way to retrieve a fond memory almost lost in the fog of the past, reconstruct it, and re-experience it. Glad you enjoy it.

Playing tie-up poker with Colleen One warm spring evening, Colleen and I walked up the stairs to our hang-out, the roof of the 5-story building on the corner of our block. It was one story taller than the brick row-houses along the street, so the men smoking and drinking or tending to their pigeon c...

The Tickle Game We needed one more guy to play slow pitch stickball. We had three guys, couldn't get one of the little kids to play catcher, meaning we had the guy at bat, pitcher, catcher. We needed at least one more guy to play field, since our field was the street, moving and parked cars, stoops,...

Appreciate the comments. I remembered a previous incident with Brendan and Kaitlyn, wrote it up, and posted it.

My older-lady-in-distress, first time with Elisa “Bang, bang, bang! Your dead!” Sean yelled. “You hit my left arm! I can still shoot,” I shouted. “Pshew, pshew!” I was on the mountain, while Sean was firing from behind the rocks. Sean had a black water pistol, but I had a real six shooter cap gun. N...

Nicely written, honest, and straightforward.

My bed as a safe space, with Colleen Colleen and I met on a corner and headed to the basketball court around six. Back in the day in my working class Irish neighborhood in Brooklyn, teenagers had to eat dinner with their families, so the high school guys and gangsters who drove to the basket like Ma...

The no-scratch rule I was playing skelly with my friends Brendan and Kevin. We were about nine years old, kneeling around a chalk circle on the sidewalk, flicking bottle caps weighted with chewing gum with our forefingers, to knock out the other guys' caps to win. It was midday in July, and I was po...

My Damsel in Distress, Part 5 [Sheila, Sean, and I, eleven years old, had been playing every Saturday for the whole summer. She was the first girl I'd ever wanted to pay attention to me.] One Saturday Sean didn’t show up. ”Let's go to his apartment and get him,” Sheila said. ”Can't. He's like Cinder...

My friends and I did escape tricks and contests. You captured the fun and excitement.

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Handball with Colleen Colleen and I checked each handball court as we walked by, looking for a good match-up. Brooklyn handball was the best in the city but there were too many cracks in the courts and gangbangers betting on games, so we'd taken the subway to the Lower East Side in the City. Colleen...

Fun magic trick and nice story.

My Damsel in Distress, Part 4 [Sheila, Sean, and I are ten years old, playing in an abandoned building in Brooklyn.] “Let's do a story where the girl sword-fights,” Sheila said. I ran through the books I knew. “I don't think there are any.” She didn't like comics like Wonder Woman, but I wanted to p...

Your story unfolds nicely, exploring each other.

My Damsel in Distress, Part 3 I heard Sheila call “Hi” from the back fire escape, then she squeezed through the broken slat covering the 3rd floor window, and tumbled to the floor with a musical laugh. This late in the summer her freckles were brown on pink-cream cheeks, her light brown hair in two ...