My parents are on Mackinac Island, Michigan. When I was about seven or eight we went there as a family. There was an amazing game there that I had a lot of fun playing. I didn’t have a name for it to request it later. And as a kid I had only ever seen it at Mackinac, so I thought it was a local thing that I would have to go to the same place to play. It was years before I saw one again and learned the name Skee-ball. I have since played it many more times and still enjoy it once in a while. But it was just a fever dream when I was a teenager and something I thought I’d never see again. My childhood was full of things that seemed unique and I couldn’t name them to find them again. Anyway… stay awesome, stay weird, or stay away.
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