When I was a pre-teen, my brother and I made up a game called, “Disks of Tron.” We stood on opposite sides of the road in roughly the same amount of grass. There was little to no traffic on our street. The rules were inspired from the movie. We threw a frisbee back and forth. If the frisbee landed in your patch of grass, and you didn’t catch it, you’d have a point against you. If you threw the frisbee and it landed outside the grass, there was a point against.
If you reached for the frisbee and dropped it after touching it, you’d give up points.
If the frisbee landed in the street, lost points.
It was a great game.
Jon and I sat at dinner some nights, legs twitching while eating. And when we were finished, and we could be excused, we’d yell, “Disks of Tron,” run out to the front yard and play for hours.