
What the ----? I am giggling and visualizing a gigantic watermelon fight in a large yard.
Ummm ... Yup!
There are two parts to the watermelon fight. The first is where you line all the little kids up, smallest to largest, and they take turns running up to and jumping on (crash-sitting) on a watermelon. The first one to break it wins the first piece of watermelon. For some strange reason, that was always enough of a prize! The smaller kids are SO much fun to watch. They run up to it, run around the front, and sit down "hard." It's too cute for words. Then the next youngster takes a "crack" at cracking the rind. As the kids get bigger, the drama increases.
Some of them/us took it VERY seriously. That was where my Dad stepped in ... literally. As the kids ran up to the watermelon, he would slide his foot in and move the melon just far enough that they'd glance off it or miss completely. It got so that all he had to do was a quick feint to throw someone off their game. They only got one shot at a time, so if no one broke it, the turns started around again. We always went around at least twice.
The first melons were cut as soon as the rind cracked, and we all shared. As the game progressed, the bigger kids, mainly older elementary school boys, got serious. The last couple of melons were slushy messes ... perfect for washing faces with ...
other people's faces, of course! Some of us got smart. We learned just how far we could eat down on our "good" piece so there was enough red to smush properly. That's when the game of "Watermelon Tag" began ... aka The Watermelon Fight. As a joke, the name later morphed into a 'Bath" to put a pseudo-politically correct name on a totally incorrect activity ... and the name stuck.
Once the real running began, the game got rough ... and the older cousins all joined in. Occasionally, an overconfident adult would also participate. That's how my father and at least one cousin ended up going out of the party in an ambulance with broken arm. Not the same year, thank goodness!
Oh - and yes, they do float (we had a big pool, too,) but did you know that, if you grease them with some shortening, they are nearly impossible to catch? It's like chasing a greased pig ... in the pool ... and makes for an absolutely AWESOME game of water polo!
Dag ... we had some fun times! Daddy, I MISS you!!!