I don't know about you, but I spent many an hour as a youth involved in a variety of outdoor games. Red Rover, Capture The Flag, King Of The Hill, Tag and Freeze Tag, Sardines; the list goes on and on. Some of them are not as appropriately named, like "Smear the Queer", but there are probably a dozen or more I can't even remember now.
My favorite memory from this evening was when I "hid" on the ground directly behind the person who was it. Immediately after he finished counting and said "ready or not here I come" ... I kicked the can. :) Yes, I am that much of a jerk. Don't fret. I let him be "it" again, but everyone learned a valuable lesson about looking around as soon as you finish counting!
Song Of The Day:
I meant to use the song "Almost Home" by Mariah Carey on the blog post about our evacuation from scout camp, but it applies here just as well. The area where the can resides is "home" and everyone who is not it often get almost home before they get jumped out. Those races to the can are some of the most fun memories.