"Clack" Stories

So my friends are always telling me that my siblings and I should write a book.
I can't say I disagree.
We are pretty awesome.

But I don't want to take the time to write a book,
So I am going to start throwing in random "Clack" stories.
Stories of growing up, the kind we sit around and say "Remember when" about.
We tell these stories and never understand why people don't get them.
But apparently most people didn't grow up doing the WEIRD kind of stuff we did.

I was actually telling this one to a friend only about a week or so ago.

So seeing that the are so many of us (5 boys, 4 girls plus the parentals)
We always had an extreme number of socks, and we all HATED having to sort through and match and roll socks. And we always had a ton of mis-matched socks that apparently the dryer hate eaten the mates of.

So we used to have Sock Wars.
No big deal, everyone throws socks around now and again....
But we don't do anything half way.
We would split into teams.
Mom and Dad would be captains.
and we would be split up evenly, so there was a roughly even amount of "Big" and "Little" kids.
Than the furniture was moved, we would push the couches to either side of the room and that would be our base.

Than we had to get the mood music together.
We ALWAYS started with Beethoven's Fifth.

Than it would start,
socks flying everywhere, The battle cries could be heard down the road.
than "WE NEED MORE AMMO!!!"
The youngest kid on the team would crawl out into the middle of the battle ground. And collect more ammo... making a pocket out of their shirt, they would stuff as many socks into their shirt as possible (which is why the key was to make sure they had a big shirt on)
And if you were really good, you could distract the other team while The Little One made it behind enemy lines stealing the other team's ammo.

Than it would begin again,
there was always at some point Mom fussing that the boys were throwing too hard.
But she was always the BEST at distraction.
Eventually we would all get tired and it would be time to clean up and actually match and put away all the good socks.

I will tell you this is not really a childhood memory, we actually had one of these in the past 2 years... let's just say the boy's really do throw too hard now.