I grew up in a half and half suburb. Half rural, half urban. Nice urban suburb looking from the street side but each property had a half-acre back yard. And there was lots of roaming around scrub areas around and about.

We had bb gun wars. We'd collect eggs, let them go bad, and use them as hand grenades too.

When one of the moms found out we were shooting at each other with intent, the phone calls started.

The final ruling was, it's ok but we had to wear our father's eye protection available in every backyard shop.