Okay, I had to say more. Now I know at least some of ya'll remember the hand games we played. This sound familiar?:
*feet stomping, hands clapping*
My name is Nikki and my color is blue,
I stole your boyfriend cuz he did not want you
And that ain't all for today
the butt is stinky but the back is okay.
what the h%!@ was I talking about?!? I was like nine years old. I didn't have no man!
Or this one:
tetherball (pronounced "tedaball"), tetherball I said "aoosha asha"
tetherball, tetherball I said "aoosha ash"
My name is Nikki (tetherball)
I'm super cool (tetherball)
You mess with me (tetherball)
You a fool (tetherball)
I got this n!#@! (tetherball)
On my mind (tetherball)
Yes mess with him (tetherball)
And I will kick your behind (what?)
Kick your behind! (uh!)
And I was saved from the jheri curl, but my cousin wasn't as fortunate. And I didn't go in with that brown toothbrush everyone used for their hair, but I wasn't saved from the pressing comb. Or this little-toothed comb my father used to call "Combaloo." "Come in here and bring Combaloo," and I'd be like "no, Daddy!" *
So glad I went natural and comb my hair with nothing but a pick!