I must have come from a much rougher, down to earth area, because our counting out rhyme was 'Ip dip, bird shit, I'm out, you're IT!'

We had variations of tag, like 'off ground touch' where you couldn't be tagged if your feet were off the ground, up a tree or standing on a wall or bench, and kiss chase, where the object was to not get kissed by the snotty nosed kid in the third year.

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