> We also made pistols out of wood. A clothes pin on the back of the grip served as a trigger. Our ammunition was loops cut from those old inner tubes. We had battles with those things. They would sting a little, but nobody ever really got hurt.

When I was in junior high (I'm 25, to give you a frame of reference), we used to sneak behind the school during the lunch hour. Behind the school it was sparsely wooded -- enough to provide a small amount of cover, but not so thick you can't run through it with ease. There was a mini-valley-like ditch behind, where the ground sloped sharply down and back up again. We used to go back there and form a couple of teams, one on each side of the dip. And play Dodge Rock. We hadn't named the game, but that's what it was. We'd throw rocks at each other. I never got hit -- at least if I did, it wasn't bad -- but I, like most, had a number of close calls. I remember that more than once rocks whizzed by my ear closely enough for me to hear the whoosh of the air.

Then one of the teachers found out and put a stop to it. Spoiled everything.