Who says golf spoils a good walk when a little game of 'mini golf' like this can take you to landmarks across the globe! :)
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Cowboys and Indians or Soldiers and Armies (or whatever outfit and weapon you happened to own) would always be a good way to vent those boyhood energies. Running and shooting, that’s what it was all about.
Armed with swords and lightsabers, lasers and pistols, and if you had ones with the red gun caps for sound effects (and smell), then even better! The odd argument of whether you were shot or not was quickly forgotten as no one really wants to be lying on the ground with all the action going on, and this was mutually understood.
Water pistols would be the real danger weapon, especially if all you had was a plastic gun which lets face it, does zero damage!!
Into the kitchen for an empty Fairy Liquid bottle would be the answer. Crude, but ideal for long range and always pretty accurate!
Out in the playground would be the usual arena for a good old game of conkers or marbles.
Your prize conker in hand, stringed up and ready for competition, giving it a good swing and ‘whack’ against your opponents conker until one eventually gives way! Then searching for your next competitor, or perhaps he would already be waiting, ready to test his own champion chestnut!
Just watch out for the dreaded ‘stampsese’!!
Marbles is a less aggressive sport, though far more challenging.
If you’re playing with your best marbles, don't play for ‘keeps’!!
A half decent playing area, jumpers for goalposts….or perhaps a conveniently placed sign, and anything up to 25-a-side were all the essentials you needed for a good kick-a-bout with your pals and anyone else keen to join in.
Undoubtedly there would always be a couple of kids who would constantly have the ball due to their far superior skill level, while the rest of us would have to chase a few shadows, yet there was still a sense of camaraderie, each and every ’player’ mucking in for the cause, some more than most obviously!
As darkness approached, the numbers would slowly whittle down as tea time beckoned, leaving perhaps only a few of the hardcore, determined players eager to find a winner, which usually meant a unanimous decision of “The next goal wins!”