cont'd from "Tales From the Crypt"  by Wilma Robinson

Because we had no television, hardly any radio, no gymnasiums, no indoor
swimming pools, no movie theatres, and no ice rinks, we had to make our
own entertainment. No one resorted to drugs, holdups, street gangs, or
graffiti—what did we do? We played outdoor games with the other kids in
the neighbourhood. Games like "hit the can", "wink", "Anti-aye-over",
"Hide-and-Seek", etc. There was also a game called "Peggy". It was played
with two sticks, one about two feet long and the other about four inches.
There was a hole about the size of a large cup in the ground and into it the
small stick was placed - one end touching the bottom of the hole and the
other end resting on a similar small stick (I forgot, there were two of them!)
Then we would whack the protruding end of the first stick, sending it flying
up in front of us and quickly give it another whack to send it flying about ten
or twelve feet ahead of us. The further it went, the better. The other player
would be waiting just out of range to count how far it flew
On one occasion ( I was playing with Wilfred at the time) I was much too
close to the hitter and received the flying peggy-stick right in the mouth! You
can imagine the wailing that went on ! I high-tailed it across the road to
home 5bleeding all the way, into the waiting arms of my mother (she must
have heard the uproar) and heard her say "I can see your teeth through your
lip!" That didn't exactly stop the wailing and I retired to the living room
couch, hiccuping all the way. Later when I was supposedly asleep, I heard my
mother and Mary whispering about what had happened and I opened my eyes
to find Mary leaning over me looking very concerned. Then I heard my
Mother bawling her out for waking me up! I neglected to let either of them
know I was awake already and have suffered again the pangs of guilt for lo,
these many years! Poor Mary! She's probably forgotten it long ago but I still
remember and still feel guilty