So it’s not actually a fantasy story, as per my usual requirement. But it celebrates the glorious possibilities of kids’ imagination, especially once school is out and epic battles begin to be waged beneath the summer sun. While I never had water fights quite this involved, I do remember many capture-the-flag games playing out like this in my head. I was the short, lean, fast kid, the one most people ignored so that I could walk quietly and casually down the side of the field without people noticing, until I suddenly made a mad dash for the jail and freed my side’s cheering prisoners-of-war.
Ah, the halcyon days of youth….