From 1/3/2022
When I was a child, they let us out of the classroom twice a day as I recall. We’d go to scream and pound on each other for a while and hurl ourselves into the air or into walls like sentient superballs, and that was recess—again, as I recall. It was a long time ago. It was the olden days: the eighties. The nineteen eighties.
I do remember one recess game that was popular. It was called “smear the queer.”