On any given day, when things started slowing down and we were bored, we would spice things up a bit by implementing the rope trick. The rope trick was handed down to me by my older brothers in hopes that one day, their legacy would continue. They even let me jump in once or twice so I could get a feel for how to perform the trick. Confident that I had it mastered, I took this new found knowledge and quickly shared it with my friends who were eager to try it out.
To perform the rope trick, certain criteria needed to be met. First, we needed at least 8 kids to work the magic. Second, we needed a side street that wasn’t very busy but busy enough for a car or two to drive down every so often. And third, an unsuspecting motorist. Being that we were in front of Guy’s house, his street was picked. We were ready.
Now, to the rope trick. We would split into two groups and we would stand on each side of the street very close to the curb. We would stand in a single file line and wait for a car to come down the street. When we spotted a car, we jumped into position. Each of us would crouch down and pretend to be holding a rope across the street simulating a tug of war. As the car approached, the driver would see us kids on each side of the road apparently holding a rope across the street intended to stop the car in it’s tracks.
The driver would always slow down trying to figure out what was going on. They would roll their car right up to where the imaginary rope should be. The driver would then yell out the window to move the rope so he/she could pass by. We would all yell back, “No way” and we would shift positions appearing to dig in to strengthen our hold on the rope. Without exception, an argument would ensue with the driver and us. He/she would begin to yell at us and we in turn would egg him/her on daring them to challenge the rope.
After several minutes, we would pretend to put down the rope and the driver would put the car in gear and proceed forward. As soon as the driver inched ahead, we would jump up and assume the position of the tug of war. Of course, the car would stop again and we would all laugh.
Sometimes though, the driver would become agitated and forge ahead and accelerate. When this happened, we would all scream “Wooah” and run along the side of the car as if being dragged by the rope. Yes, you guessed it, the car would stop once again and this time the driver usually got out which signaled to us that the game was over and we would disperse quietly and quickly into the back yards of the neighborhood.
Minutes later when the coast was clear, we were back on the street waiting for the next car, the next victim, to come down the street.
LURKING ON THE GRASSY KNOLL