>Be me, 10 years old
>Playing Ding Dong Ditch or whatever we called it at the time
>In friend's housing estate that I've never been in
>Ring the bell and almost instantly someone answers
>Nearly **** my self and sprint off, hiding behind a car that is parallel to the front of the house
>Can hear the lady shouting at me, saying she knows I'm there
>Friends are at the curve in the road behind a wall laughing at me, trying not to be seen
>Hear the person approach
>Friends run off, fearing they may be seen
>Tacticalassault.jpg
>Jump up and throw some rocks
>Trip over my feet on the way down
>Faceplant into the ground
>Rocks just hit the windshield and set the alarm off
> ******* hightail the **** out of there, blood running down my face
>Meet up with friends not long after
>Convince them I got into a fight with the lady and won
>Friends think I'm a badass for about a month
It's called knock down ginger in my part of England, and i used to hear people saying let's play knock down ginger, then look at me walking with my ginger hair and laugh at me
from barnsley, south yorkshires soot blackened **** hole. it's a miracle im even able to read, with my area's adult literacy stats. where are you from?
We made a game in my wee village called Chappy Gardens. You run through someones back garden and knock loudly on the BACK door. It's much more intense and if you're not willing to jump through a hedge then you're pretty much screwed. Also: SCOTLAND.