I feel like these got to the point where everyone had at least one laying around the house somewhere. Hanging out with friends? Eventually someone was tossing one around. Going to your aunts house? There'd be one in the coffee table.
"..a short Archie Comics miniseries and coloring books that gave them a shared backstory and setting...."
For some reason, comic book makers and animators seemed to do this with a lot of toys at that time. And having kids hanging out with a gang of inanimate objects suddenly seemed normal...
We had a Koosh ball “fight” or “war” in the living room with our extended family.
At the peak of the battle, there was my wife’s bum clothed, but fully exposed to be hit as she leaned over the couch to grab a ball that had fallen behind it.
I wound up and gave it all I had.
My aim was high…
The hole left in the window was much smaller than the Koosh ball appeared, with all that soft, dangling rubber!
We used to wait in excitement for the different colors to come out. My favorite one that I had was a dark purple and green.
The boys threw them all around, but the girls at my school treated them more like dolls than balls.
We named them and for some reason we were allowed to carry them around.
A new one would feel kind of silky and you could kind of bounce it in your hand as stress relief.
One of the best days of sixth grade was when I had obtained one of the rare “Mondo” kooshes that were extra large. Everyone wanted a chance to hold it.
I feel like these got to the point where everyone had at least one laying around the house somewhere. Hanging out with friends? Eventually someone was tossing one around. Going to your aunts house? There'd be one in the coffee table.
"..a short Archie Comics miniseries and coloring books that gave them a shared backstory and setting...."
For some reason, comic book makers and animators seemed to do this with a lot of toys at that time. And having kids hanging out with a gang of inanimate objects suddenly seemed normal...
We had a Koosh ball “fight” or “war” in the living room with our extended family.
At the peak of the battle, there was my wife’s bum clothed, but fully exposed to be hit as she leaned over the couch to grab a ball that had fallen behind it.
I wound up and gave it all I had.
My aim was high…
The hole left in the window was much smaller than the Koosh ball appeared, with all that soft, dangling rubber!
It was awesome, epic, and also ended our battle.
I would love the chaos of a full-blown multi-person Koosh Batle.
You got a cannon for an arm. I never though even my Koosh hardest throws could break a window, but thankfully I never tested that.
My arm strength is suspect at best.
It was pure adrenaline!
LOL
...and that “war” was 35 years ago and so epic that it lives on in family lore!
We used to wait in excitement for the different colors to come out. My favorite one that I had was a dark purple and green.
The boys threw them all around, but the girls at my school treated them more like dolls than balls.
We named them and for some reason we were allowed to carry them around.
A new one would feel kind of silky and you could kind of bounce it in your hand as stress relief.
One of the best days of sixth grade was when I had obtained one of the rare “Mondo” kooshes that were extra large. Everyone wanted a chance to hold it.
I hadn’t thought of these in a long time!