When I was a kid I lived in a sub division that had deep wooded areas and trails and several of us neighborhood kids use to get all padded up in pillows goggles and football helmets and go have bb gun wars. Oh man the stories! I also remember the days of getting pulled over several times by the boys because my bud who had the license was a jackass. One night we were stopped 3 times!
19 bottles of beer on the car, 19 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pour it on the ground, 18 bottles of beer... heh heh