Ooooh I got one better! My bunch had a chestnut shell war that pitted kids from one holler against another holler (hollow, but properly pronounced. :p). The smallest kid was captured and thrown into a pile of chestnut shells and kicked around until he was bloody from head to toe after the two groups formed an alliance against the weakest member.

That kid today is covered in tattoos from head to toe that look like a kindergartener drew all over him. Folks call him Gump. He is all sorts of messed up.

I ran when it started and the next day I heard, “Look at sissy over ‘ere. He ain’t got no scabs ‘cause he ran away like a lil queer!”