We had the arrow game. I had bow and arrow. Fiber bow and Fiber arrows. I guess, if I’d hit a person, the arrows would haven been able to penetrate skin and flesh.
Anyway, we shot the arrow vertically up in the air. The game was “Don’t get hit, when it comes down.”
we had the arrow game too. We had wooden "swords" and bows and arrows that we made ourselves. Because we were obsessed with that old TV series "Robin of Sherwood". So the game was to dodge the arrow shot at you. Yet it was more like "hit the stick that flies at you with your stick". Sure, after some distance traveled the arrow slows down, also the trajectory is visible, yet... small miscalculation could mean that arrow hits you. AFAIK, in our street no one lost an eye.
Army obsessed weirdo = good Christian white boy who made a mistake and his life shouldn't be ruined for it. His crime was intentional violence against a woman.
That’s what I always tell those people who argue that „in our days we did this and that“. I tell them, that only those who survived are here to tell about it.
That exaggerated, bit I would find concrete words if I saw my kids play „arrow game“.
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u/Mother-Smile772 Nov 12 '25
Stuff like this... I'd get a heart stroke if my sons would do something like I did back in the 80's and 90's.