Heh, I jammed the lock to my parent's front door with a paperclip, once upon a time. My grandpa tried to set me straight on how locks worked after that, but I only retained the barest bits, other than that I needed more specialized tools than a paperclip to open most tumblers.
I remember my elementary days were spent largely away from the crowds. Our school was on a funny recess rotation, and it changed from day to day, so often I wouldn't share a recess with any of my friends. Those days, I'd usually stay off the big play-structures, and spent a lot of time wandering around the school and exploring, reading books in my favorite willow tree, and rooting around at the fringes of the playground. We had plenty of woodland, plains, and marshy wetlands, so bugs, mushrooms, plants, and the occasional small animal abounded; there was a family of foxes, lots of tadpoles and frogs, and a few painted turtles I saw from time to time. I remember breaking small boulders I'd find against the sidewalks too, to learn about their composition, and look for agates and fossils.
Whenever I shared a recess with my friends, though, we'd run around sharing stories, playing roleplaying games (mish-mashed kiddie LARPS) which often progressed to dueling with large sticks, and talking about cool videogames and books. When Winter rolled around, I tended to be more social; organizing the construction of elaborate snow-palisades made of rolled snowballs taller than I was, sledding down hills with folks, and having huge free-for-all snowball fights. I was the cruel bastard that dipped snowballs into the half-frozen pond, turning them into cold, wet slushballs. When I had a snowball fight, I fought to win.
Winning often entailed getting sent inside for the rest of recess.
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