Tag

My friends and I loved to play tag in the forest that was near my house. We spent as much time as possible in the forest. The usually version of tag was not violence enough for us. In order to spice it up we used BB guns to tag the other person. We had only tow rules, no aiming for the face and we could only pump up the rifles 3 times.

One warm summer day Tom, Donny, Chris and I decided to go play tag. While wearing camouflage, we each loaded up with numerous pistols the occasional rifle. Every driver that passed on the street had the same surprised and slightly fearful expression. Laughing at the cars speeding up as they passed, we reached the forest.

Walking 10 minutes in the forest we reached our favorite spot. We began after a count of 20 seconds, to reach cover or to set up an ambush. Tom Donny and I planned before leaving to ambush the new guy, Chris. We had a spot all picked out, a heavily wooded area with plenty of under growth for cover. The trail dipped in that area so anyone in the trees had the high ground.

It was not long until Chris came cautiously up the trail. We could the puzzled look on his face, wondering why he could not hear any signs of combat. We used a three point attack pattern, forming a triangle and waited until he was in the center. Once Chris reached the prearranged spot we opened fire. Once the first barrage of BB’s hit there target we charged out of the underbrush towards Chris shouting war cries and banishing our riffles. He gave a shriek of fright and ran down the trail dropping his gun in the process. Dancing around his discarded weapon, we continued our war cries and began shaking our guns in that air like some nomadic tribe. We danced for a moment before slowly stopping, grins mischievously we pointed our rifles at each other, thus ending our agreement. Chris never got his gun back, so we used him for target practice. We spent the rest of the day and our ammo with a combination of hunting and ambushing everyone.

Looking back I am really surprised that no one lost an eye or worse our mom’s finding out what we were doing. I can sneak up on almost anyone thanks to the skills that I learned playing tag.