Kick the Can

It was a hot summer day sometime a few years ago.  I was with some of the kids in my neighborhood, Danny, John, Owen, Conley, and Wyatt.  We were all bored of playing hide and seek and tag, so we decided to frind a new game to play.  Danny, who had brought us all cans of Minute Maid Lemonade, suddenly had the idea of playing "Kick the Can."  Nobody had ever played it before, so we all took some time listening to the rules.  When we all understood it, Owen volunteered to be the person who was the tagger, and everbody else ran to hide.  Soon enough he coaught Conley, and she was put in the "jail" zone, which Owen tried defending, but he was overwhelmed and someone kicked the can, so Conley out, and this went on for hours; people getting in jail and then getting out.  Eventually, everyone but I got in jail, and if I wanted to get them all out, I had to kick the can.  So using strategy, I went around some houses to hide and then snuck up around back.  I then hid behind a tree, and waited until Owen had his back turned, and sprinted to the can!  I was halfway there, but then Owen saw me!  I had to arc around, but I still got to the can and kicked it before Owen tagged me, and I freed everybody.  We would play this game all summer, and played it for years, and it would sometimes end in watergun fights to cool everybody off.