When we were about 13 to 16 we played kick the can every evening about dusk. We had a group of about a dozen or so that gathered near my house for the game. The best was if you could be in the dark with your current heart-throb. Not that anything happened it was just the idea of being hidden in the dark. We yelled and argued, kicked the can and tore through peoples yards and bushes until my dad got tired of all the noise and made us come inside. Fort Wayne, IN 1956 to 1959