Do kids still play four-square? We used to play it hours at a time, on demand at recess and yet I can't remember the rules or how the game goes. I remember standing in my square, and three big boys were in the other squares, we each had our corner of the world, and if you messed up or were too slow your fourth of the world was cast out in disgrace I can't even remember if we were supposed to be afraid of the ball or try to get it I just remember terror when the ball swerved my way, and I was gone It was always quick, I never lasted more than a second But that's all I remember of the game I try to picture myself playing it now And all I see is me, towering over all four corners, too big for mine, really, and I get that huge bumpy red ball, and throw it at the other squares, and they're gone.
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No, really, do they?
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