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I lived at the end of a cul-de-sac in suburban Utah. Hard to imagine a safer environment to allow kids to roam.
Summer evenings, we'd have massive, sprawling, multi-team capture the flag games. Imagine a whole little neighborhood with forty kids on five or six teams running around it, each with their own base. We played that when a team's flag got captured by another team, that team's members became members of the capturing team. So you couldn't really harbor grudges, since your new team just beat your old team--it sucked, but now you were on the winning team.
Man, I haven't thought about that in years. GOOD times.
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