Turkey

1989, Age 7

My grade school didn't have a playground, but we did have a parking lot…This was a tag game where you had to run around on the yellow parking lot lines (touching the black asphalt was instant death). Players were turkeys escaping the pilgrim, who was "it." I loved this game for how it threw a twist on an ordinary space. Unfortunately, this was a game that could be outgrown...when you could move from one yellow line to another just by stepping...instead of a dramatic and risky leap...it just took all the excitement out.