When I was very young my dad built a play set that included a swing set for my younger sister and I in our backyard. Somehow from us messing around playing outside and on the swing set so often we developed a game we called “kick swing.” The game could have two or three players and would start with either just me or with my sister and I each on one of the swings and my dad standing in front of us, about ten to fifteen feet away, as our opponent. When the game began my sister and I would begin to swing, attempting to get as much momentum as possible. My dad would then grab a large bouncy ball and throw the ball toward one of us as we were swinging, aiming at our feet and timing the throw so that it would make contact when we were moving forward. There were two ways of scoring a throw, the first being that if he missed the feet of the intended kicker he would then have to retrieve the ball and start again from the beginning and would lose a point, the second being that the kicker who missed the ball would lose a point, making the game more difficult as we as kickers were not responsible for the timing and angle of the throw. When the bouncy ball was aimed and timed correctly one of us on the swings would be able to kick the ball with as much force and momentum as we could. Our goal was to kick the ball with enough force and momentum to launch the ball into the woods behind my dad, and in doing so the kicker would then earn a point and my sister and I would be entertained as my dad was forced to run into the woods to retrieve the flying ball. At this point in the game my dad’s goal however was to catch the ball or at least knock it out of the way somehow as it flew toward the woods, earning himself a point by keeping one of us from reaching our goal. Depending on how competitive we were feeling that day, the game would either be played with my sister and I on a team or each of us competing separately, and in either scenario we would take turns in order kicking the ball toward the woods, assuming we were playing with three players rather than with only my dad and I or only my dad and my sister. When my sister and I chose to play against each other rather than on a team we would change the point system, and each of us would be allowed an extra point for getting the ball farther or higher than the other in a set of turns. The strategy involved on my dad’s side of the game consisted of strategically aiming and angling the ball in a way that would make it difficult for either my sister or me to kick the ball both high enough to go over his head and far enough to make it past him and into the woods behind the yard. He would also have to position himself after throwing the ball in the way that best improved his chances or being able to block the flying ball from disappearing into the woods. On my sister’s and my side of the game we had to try to obtain and hold the highest amount of momentum and speed to put as much force as possible into the kicking or the ball in order to launch it as far and as high as possible, while attempting to remain in the optimal position for kicking the ball in order to not miss the kick.