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Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Gestapo

Back in the "good ole days," we played a game we called Gestapo.  It was nothing like the Gestapo simulation games some children played.  Another one.

No, my neighborhood's Gestapo was simple (and stupid).  It consisted of one child bending a finger of another child back so far until the child cried out in pain for mercy.  That's it.

Then the perpetrator simply stopped. 

Consequently and obviously, this game was only played on newcomers.  Everyone else knew better.

My point in this post is how young were you when you understood the concept of mercy?  

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