So fun

So I was mega rural and my school never had more than a hundred kids, all aged from preschool to high school aged. And let me tell you that there isn’t anything little kids like more than full contact violent sport with full grown teenagers and/or adults.

There would be this game we’d play until it got banned then a few months later we’d change the name and start playing the same game until the teachers finally noticed and it was banned again.

You’d line all the kids up against the school building, mixed ages so between six and sixteen, decide on an end point, one kid would be “it” and their job was to tackle another kid to the ground while everybody else tried to run to the other side. If anybody got tacked to the ground they were then also it, and the number of people you’d have to run past would get larger and larger until every kid playing had been tackled at some point.

While you’d usually start with a high schooler being it, it was never the biggest most athletic highschool kid. Not the jock, or what we had which passed doe a jock which was just Ben. It wouldn’t be much fun if you started with the fastest and strongest kid. Nobody would stand a chance.

The first person also never goes straight for the little kids. That wouldn’t be fun either. You’d tackle a few kids your own size to the ground. A few of the brave would try to get Ben but you’d always fail.

The you gotta get the little kids. The tactic is simple. A bigger highschool kid would pick them up, flip them over, and place them (relatively) gently on their backs and the go hunt more kids.

And then comes the best part. A gaggle of tiny kids all with ceaseless determination and zero fear of man or gods would all put their tiny little bodies to the sole persuit of bringing down the largest highschool kid there was. And while Ben had no issues pushing to to the ground anyone vaguely his own age, he could not harm a small child. His only options was to be faster. And to run away. Individually their grip strength was weak and his legs were strong. One small child he would just step to the side and get away from. Two small children and he had to be a bit careful where he stepped but he was only slowed and not stopped. But eight. Nine. Ten small children. It was like watching a pack of wolves bring down a full sized elk. If in this case the elk was concerned about not hurting the wolves. It was amazing. They only had to slow him enough to get enough tiny hands on him and down he’d go. These tiny children were always the only ones who could ever succeed.

I never played but damn no spectator sport has ever been as good.