I bought a catapult and tried to use it to fire a stone at a tin can about 30 metres away... Unfortunately, the stone hit my thumb instead!Quite simple. Out in waste land where you could mostly hide. You fired stones from your catapult at others. If you got hit you were out. Last one standing was winner.
Not at trains or anything just because they flew. Not far though and the term flew is slightly optimistic.
A boyhood pal made loads of Airfix planes and suspended them from his bedroom ceiling. Unfortunately, they were all destroyed by enemy anti-aircraft fire. (From an air rifle gun emplacement under his bed... )Airfix models that I spent ages building then thought if it exploded it would look real. Firework inserted, lit and plane lobbed off the railway bridge. Stupid but fun.
Oh dear...
All I ever did was fizz around on my very secondhand metallic red shopper bike and pretend I was driving a Toleman / Renault / Brabham and winning the British Grand Prix...
Yeah, but you're a girl! The rough & tumble and sometimes downright stupid stuff was mostly done by us boys, when I was a kid. The girls mostly kept out of our way and left us to get the cuts and bruises by ourselves. They did still all ride bikes though, just generally not in quite such a reckless fashion as we did. They weren't usually so keen on performing ramp jumps as boys, especially if it was their turn to lie down and be jumped over.
All you need to know is boys are stupid. As my mum never tired of reminding me!