fell out, & survived, we wore our road rash like a badge of honor. One crazy thing that always brings a smile to my face. Our annual spook alley in the basement, I punched steak knives through a leather work glove. Chased parents all over the place down there, Freddy style.

Nobody ever said a word. Chased em into a trip wire w a soggy mattress, then stuck that Freddy Krueger glove in their face. Good times, and luckily, nobody sports a pirate patch as a result of this questionable judgment by my 12 y o self, and a dozen plus parents.