When I was a kid in Houston, there was a vacant lot in the middle of the next street over. We used to play a game there we called “English Bulldog.”

The sidewalk was one boundary and a pair of fig trees at the back of the lot marked the other boundary. One kid would be the “bulldog” and all the rest (there were usually quite a few) would get behind one of the boundaries. The kid that was the bulldog would call “BULLDOG!” and the rest would run from one boundary to the other while the “bulldog” tried to tackle them. Each time someone was tackled, they had to help the original bulldog tackle the others. Eventually the tacklers outnumbered the tackle-ees until there was one left and that was the winner. Then he or she was the bulldog and the game started again.