The surveyors were pounding pointed, flat wooden stakes into our yard.
I was watching them and I said “When I was a kid one of our neighbors had stakes like that. Their son, Rex, had a mini bike. They also had an overgrown, vacant lot next door that we had blazed trails in with the mini bike.
We got our hands on those stakes one day and came up with the Best Idea Ever.
We turned the stakes into spears, turned the lot into Africa, and we kids would take turns riding the minibike while the rest would hide, crouching in the grass, sometimes jumping up and running, while the kid riding on the mini bike threw the spears at us kids in the bush like an African people hunter.”
My surveyor guys choked!