I got to know my younger cousin Anthony while I was living in Ridgecrest, CA. Anthony is a few years younger than I am, but he’s still a lot of fun to be around and we always found some kind of crazy shenanigans to get into. One of my favorite memories of hanging around with “Antone” was a weird, crazy game we somehow invented. It didn’t even have a name, but I guess it could be called Don’t Get Hit By The Ball.
We found a paddle-ball ball that had come unattached from the paddle itself (it was still attached to the elastic string, though). One of the rooms in his house was pretty tiny and we somehow discovered that, if you tied the free end of the elastic string to one of the blades of the ceiling fan in the room, the string would stretch far enough that the ball would madly ricochet off the walls.
So, of course, we tied the ball to one of the blades, turned on the fan, and did our best to not get pelted. Did I mention this was at night? And did I mention that, to heighten the inanity, we turned off all of the lights so we couldn’t see where the ball was at? And did I mention we turned the fan on “HIGH”?
It was amazing.