Marbles was the game. You could win all the marbles by rolling your marble closest to the fence, even knocking other marbles out of the way to do so. The other option, instead of a fence was to dig a small hole in the ground and aim your marbles into the "pot." The older bossy boys had most of the marbles. We younger girls could play if we had any marbles. At one point we girls came into possession of a quantity of those dull clay marbles, which I believe used to be Uncle Matt's. So we had the means to play. But those bullying boys did not like those "inferior" marbles and they went on a campaign to rid our world of them. When those horribly icky beings won our modest little offerings, they ruthlessly collected them and dropped them off the bridge into the river. I can still recall the brains behind this cleansing; we thought of him as cruel. (He's dead now.
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