One of the games we played when we were little was called “Blind Man.” One person would put on a blindfold and then the rest of us would lead him around the yard by the arms and get him into all sorts of trouble – stepping him into dog poop, stuff like that.
Now, our house was built on a hill, so there’s a big drop-off between our yard and Bernard Blash’s yard next door. Not an easy rolling cliff that slopes down gently, but a real 10-foot drop-off at a 90-degree angle, thanks to some old railroad ties stacked on top of each other to create a retaining wall.
My favorite instance of Blind Man was when we blindfolded Stevie Minnick and ran him off the railroad ties. It was a scene straight out of the Roadrunner, where the Roadrunner runs Wile E. Coyote off a cliff. He was still pumping his legs back and forth, doing a running-man through the air, as his mind raced to process what was going on. Hey! Where’d the ground go?
We all thought it was the funniest thing in the world and laughed appropriately, but Stevie didn’t think it was funny at all. When he hit the ground, he ripped off the blindfold, ran home, and never played Blind Man with us again.