“Teeter-Totter Bread and Butter…”

Oh, those were the days…

Worn wooden sides of a see-saw digging into your inner thighs as you hang, suspended waiting for your partner on the other end to gently let you down. But sometimes they didn’t.

“Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear let me down…”

“What will you give me?”

Remember this one? Then you’d start naming wondrous things like candy bars, puppies and ten-speed bikes, hoping that one of these would hit the sweet spot and you’d plummet to the earth ready for the next round.

Or how about this old rhyme…

“Teeter-totter, bread and butter. Wash your face in dirty water. If you don’t, I don’t care. I’ll pull down your underwear.”

This we did in a rhythm, up and down, up and down, our legs pushing up so hard that sometimes we would almost become airborne at the top, our hands in a death grip on the handle as our rears lifted off the seat.

I wonder who out there remembers these. Let me know. And if you have other teeter-totter rhymes, share them. I’d love to hear.