|Note the air hose on the ground.|
The snow covered side streets and my brother's reminiscing, cleared the image up for me that I had been struggling with. The word I was missing was "pogi". It's other forms were "pogied" and "pogiing" (I just had to add them all to my dictionary to remove the red edit squiggles, which made me sad). What? You don't know these words? It's kinda the point of this blog, but I'll help you out and use them in a sentence....
We pogied our way to St. Mary's School this am.
We've been pogiing all morning and we never got caught.
Why walk when you can pogi?
|Parents holding, helmet, knee pads, elbow pads emergency backpack.|
So how did we pogi? We generally started out for school a little early. You would think that it would be faster to pogi than to walk, but you had to wait for the right opportunity. There were 2 or 3 stop signs on our walk to St. Mary's and that is where you could catch a car. Your brothers or sisters would distract the driver while you snuck behind the car and grabbed onto the bumper. The car would then take off with you and your Millbrook wrapper stuffed boots in tow (The Millbrook bread wrappers helped keep your socks dry if you ended up with a split or a hole in your boot).
|The summer version of pogiing|
ride. A car closing in from behind would be a valid reason to let go of the bumper. If the car accelerated over 30 mph, that would be another reason. A police car anywhere in the vicinity, yeah you would bail for that. Once you let go, you tried to keep going as far as you could slide on the snow covered streets. Eventually friction would slow your momentum and your pogi was done. Points were awarded for the length of the ride, if you could stay on around a turn and how graceful your dismount was. The picture on the right was the closest thing I could find on the whole World Wide Web to kids pogiing, adding further proof that the word and activity are both out of existence or at least since Al Gore invented the internet. I asked some friends at a party this weekend if they knew the term, and no one did, except for one other person that had graduated from St. Mary's in Cdga (way to represent, Jen Mapes Green). I was beginning to think the whole thing was just a delusion until she confirmed and then told me the meaning of the word. I know I'll lose it someday, I was just relieved it wasn't that day.
After a successful pogi, you had to tell the story to your classmates, and of course the ride got longer, faster, more epic and dangerous, with each telling. I personally went over a mile one time, going 75, with 4 cop cars chasing me, and my boots on fire. I could melt some Millbrook bread wrappers to prove it if you need me to.
So that's my lost word and activity. I would invite you all to comment with your own lost experiences, and words that you used to hear, but no longer do. Tell me if this blog sparked a childhood memory of your own. Share this post to your Facebook or e-mail it to your friends and see what the reaction is.
I'd love to have more people confirm the existence of the word pogi, hey who knows, maybe it will even make a comeback? Well, maybe not.