Thursday, December 8, 2011
Capture the Flag
In our little piece of Deltaville, we had ideal Capture the Flag conditions. Sometimes we chose to use the whole of Jackson Acres and split The Point in half. Sometimes we only used the properties owned by my grandparents and my Great-Uncle Pepop. Either way it was always a good time. My cousins and I would strategize over the best location for the flag. Then there was strategy for stealing our opponents' flag. That strategy usually ran along the lines of "run over there, find the flag and don't get caught". None of us were George S. Patton.
Despite our lack of brilliant war plans, we played all afternoon until the sun went down and we were finally called in for supper. We were dirty and disheveled and full of dirt. But we were happy. Dinner usually lent itself to rehashing the day's battles and jail breaks.
And in remembering those games: the laughing so hard you're nearly crying, the squeals as we inched away from an outstretched hand, the taunting when we escaped imminent capture, the breathlessness when we managed to cross back into our territory.... I wonder why adults don't take the time to play capture the flag.