Play with your mates is thirsty work with all that running around, making things and inevitable a high proportion of horse play with rough housing as gentile it sure ain't being a tea party free setting and not always in places like parks.
We'd roam the nearby woods, semi deserted pathways and the like playing ball games when not playing war games dividing into sides with "The Enemy" if captured being "tortured" usually tickled or playfully slapped on the legs until we gave away "secrets" of that mission.
It was hardly suprising we formed tight bonds.
As rough by modern standards it was, we loved it.
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