These commercials, much like anything with Palm Trees and people in neon cloths, captured my kid self’s attention. Then one day a Pogo Ball showed up at my friends house. I was chomping at the bit to play with it, figuring I would be doing all sorts of extreme bal’ing. It was far from satisfying and visions of a neon clad me hopping under the palm frond shadows of Southern California quickly faded. Still, when I see the commercial, part of me is taken back to that magical time.
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2 thoughts on “Pogo Bal is What They Call It”
My Friend had one and she was amazing on it. She could jump rope, jump really high and was pretty fast hoping down the sidewalk. OK so now that I read what I just typed the Pogo Ball was dumb. It was the moon boots of the 80’s,
I so had one of these! Man, great memories.