At my elementary school, Jessie Beck, numerous classmates and friends of mine and I played handball. We’d choose a wall that wasn’t being played on and just start the game. The moves had wierd names like treetop; waterfall; black magic; baby(ies); beamer; white magic; black magic; wizard; around the world; rainbow; and, of course, butt crack. (Butt cracks were when the ball would hit the crack where the wall met the floor). Butt cracks usually made babies, little bounces, that usually took you out of the game almost atomatically. But that’s if you couldn’t get to the ball fast enough.
It was so much fun to play that I’ve passed the game onto other people who don’t know how to play the game. Until now.