Childhood playthings.

Once, I built a fort around the dog house in my back yard to keep out all of the attacking infintry. I held my own with sticks, rocks and homemade slingshots, while calling out to my non-existant troops to "push forward! They're retreating!" I would then kick down the wall I built and charge into the very center of the battle and hack away at my advisaries with my mighty sword that I had drawn from my belt loop sheath.


I never lost a battle, yet the victories never grew dull. I was always so proud of my accomplishment.


These days, my battles are against real infintry, and there's nothing good about my victories.