...we used to fight over who got to be the indians.
Now in the days of political correctness you can't play because the indians supposedly always lose. Apparently nobody ever played in our backyard. Whoever won the war did so because of cunning and ingenuity and brute strength.
The indians were just as likely to win as the cowboys. If you were a cowboy you were lucky to get a hat and a gun. The indians got to paint their faces, and use bows and arrows and guns. They ran around whooping and hollering and having a high, old time. If we were lucky enough to find a bird feather somewhere, it was the icing on the cake!
As for shooting each other. We knew it was all pretend and we had great drama dying from our wounds. Nothing takes longer to die and does it with more drama than a 10 year old who has been "mortally wounded".