And not any having to do with war. One upon a time I was quite the jacks player. My eye hand coordination was on point back when parents had to tell us to come from outside and not the other way round.
Jacks, jump rope, roller skates, bicycles, marbles, cap guns (I was a tomboy and I had a set) swinging in swings and bolo bats; the toys and games of my childhood. Then the jacks were metal and the little rubber ball was just a little red rubber ball.