We never lived close enough to neighbors for our boys to play this game, but when I was growing up in Lethbridge Alberta, when there was nothing else to do and probably it was on late summer evenings, just before we got called in, that we might play some knicky knocky nine doors. We would dare each to knock on nine neighborhood doors in a row, running from one to the next as fast as our skinny legs would let us, knock on the door or ring the door bell and then hide from a place you could watch as neighbors, one by one, would answer the door, and not find anyone there. There was just enough fear in the game to keep it interesting and maybe even give your legs that rubbery feeling of not moving fast enough. It worked especially well in an apartment block called Rideau Court where the doors were close together. The added challenge there was no places to hide at the end of the knocking.
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