Kiddie Wars

One thing I think you could say about the Tucker kids is that we had no shortage of imagination. Looking back, I can remember countless dumb games that we used to play that are varying degrees of embarrassing to recount.
I remember a silly skateboarding phase we went through. We had a cheap skateboard, and Jordan would try and teach me how to skate. (Spoiler: I never got good at it.) He had a pole laid on the ground, and he would make me try to grind the skateboard over it, helping me balance all the while.
Or this stupid game we used to play on our cousins' trampoline. It was called "Worm in an Earthquake." One kid would lay in the middle of the trampoline while the others all jumped in a circle around them, chanting, "You're a worm in an earthquake, it sucks to be you." 
Or all the times we'd go down the hill we lived on on our scooters, amassing all sorts of scrapes and injuries. I remember walking back up hill with our scooters in hand, banging on our shins. 
The rock fort we made in the middle of our grandparents' property, ostensibly there to wage war against Bigfoot. Jordan actually destroyed our fort as a prank, and I know I was salty about that for a couple years.
One game we played for a long time was with our step siblings at our biological father's house. The boys and the girls were divided into two opposing "armies." We pretended we were in a some kind of kiddie war, gearing up in some old military helmets and camo jackets we found.
Jordan was the general of the boys' army, and I was the general of the girls' army. Our "battles" consisted of increasingly silly pranks we played on each other. The boys would leap out from around corners scaring us, charge into our room shrieking in the middle of the night, or steal our toys.
In turn, we would employ our own "strategies." One thing I was especially proud of was the invention of the sock bomb. I took a baseball, tightly packed a bunch of dirty socks around it, and rolled it through the boys' room, so it deposited stinky socks everywhere.
Of course, all things must end, and so, too, did our war. Jordan and I, the opposing generals, agreed to a treaty. We sat down together, writing out the terms of our treaty in gel pen on Lisa Frank paper. It was all I had to write on. It was no Treaty of Versailles, but it was good enough for us.
-Amanda J. Tucker