We convinced our aged Gym teacher, Mr Pauli, to allow us to play bombardment with frisbees. The game would be enshrined with his name, Paulie Ball, after he retired.
The game lasted exactly 13 seconds when a girl took a frisbee off the bridge of the nose. Kind of like Marsha Brady getting hit in the nose by the football.
She too would never become a teen model.
At least they weren't throwing stars.
We used to play smear the queer on a kind of square skateboard. It was like a cross between dodgeball and bumper cars and we squished a lot of fingers. For some reason that wasn't a big deal.