I wrote an ode to Becks once. It was very bad. I also believe firmy in Pluto... makes me sad, and it makes that model I made in Grade 9 Science completely irrelevant. :(

Grounder is played on a play apparatus of some sort, like a jungle gym. One person is on the ground, and closes their eyes and spins around for a while. Then this person stumbles around with their eyes closed while everyone else (eyes open) clambres over the jungle gym. The person who's "it" calls out "Grounder!" at odd intervals. If you happen to be on the ground and not on the apparatus when "Grounder!" is called, you're it. If you're not on the ground, you call out "Grounder!" in reply, so the person who's "it" has a vague notion of where you are and then endeavours to catch you. You can cheat by 1) opening your eyes when you're "it", 2) not calling out "Grounder!", or 3) not declaring you're on the ground when you really are.

The game is much more interesting when the footing is small pebbles like it was at my public school, because then it's impossible to be on the ground undetected because of the noise - you only have time to jump down once and then back up before someone calls "Grounder!" I loved that game...

You see, nowadays that would be deemed "too dangerous" because of all the rushing around high up with some people having their eyes closed. Children are too coddled, really. I know it's been said before but I agree whole-heartedly. I didn't have toys when I was younger. I played with sticks, mud puddles and my sisters. We need mroe of that. The white picket fence is to keep children in.