You have to remember, I grew up in very rural Tennessee. So when I was a child...I actually redacted "kid" given the context--my grandfather got us a pet goat. I don't know why, and now I will never know why. We called it Fred. Even though I named it, I don't know why.
We were slightly at a loss as to how to play with a goat. When Fred was young. playing with him involved a lot of running around, and this satisfied everybody, including Fred. But, y'know, goats grow, and some of them get horns. Playing with an 80 lb. billy goat with a big set of horns presents challenges. But we were both bored and determined, and I was creative. And, it might be said, either very daring or a little stupid. There's a case to be made for "both."
So I invented this game, one that bore a certain resemblance to the bicycle jousting I also invented. The game didn't really have a name. I'm not sure how old I was, but younger than 13 because that's when we moved away.
But the game would have been called...wait for it...
"Let's Stand Here And Get Fred to Knock Us Over"
The aim was to get Fred to charge, and...knock you over. We thought it was fun. Who knows whether Fred thought it was fun. No one ever got hurt, although so very many things I did as a child should have required pads and a helmet. Not to mention what I tempted my brother into doing... I'm amazed I still HAVE a brother.
So that's what I was like as a child, in part.
Maybe this helps illustrate:
Or this:
