Boy Killed While Playing 500

We had the classic, and self-explanatory, kill the kid with the ball at recess. I can at least understand why that game was outlawed by teachers. It was almost impossible for someone not to end up with a bloody nose or some other injury.

Going back a little further in the day, one of the sneaky, dangerous games I remember was Red Rover. It seemed innocent enough, but you'd usually see a shoulder hurt trying to hold on too hard or someone would catch a clothesline.

 

How about Red Rocket? That a popular game out in Colorado.

 

I can't even begin to tell you how much is wrong with that question.

 

Well, I suppose it's not the most PC of titles. But as 8-year olds in the early 90s, that wasn't a concern of ours. In fact, I don't think I knew what queer meant -- the new definition. My guess is most of us didn't. We didn't learn that until fourth grade.

 

Hey ... we played Cowboys & Indians and ate N-word Toes.

 

I was an AMERICAN KID, pal, and we ate pansy Canucks like you for breakfast.
We played Catch-The-Flaming-Stick with our bare hands, and chased down bears in packs like wild dogs.
So watch it.

 

I used to play Cowboys and Indians, but later turned it into Super Mario Brothers or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; the hardest part was convincing a girl to be April O'Neil or Princess Toadstool.

And I have never heard of those toes.

 

You eat Pansy Canucks for breakfast?

Damn. It doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Couldn't you have said "Pieces of shit"?

 

I was eventually told they should be called macaroons.

 

No. He wasn't talking about Americans.

 

Fair enough. And macaroons look absolutely nothing like a black toe, unless they're chocolate or have gone terribly bad. Even still, it's a definite stretch.

 

Macaroons ... chocolate and coconut. Whatever.