Alas, some of my younger were going down to the pier and camping on the 2nd floor (top) of a parking garage. There was an opening from the roof (top) all the way down to the pavement of a good span, and this was right after they paid the parking attendent...so they were all going real slow. I would camp up there with my best bud, straws and lots of napkins. It wasn't who got hit but where. Enough distance where you couldn't be accurate, but an insured bogey confirmed hit.
Ahhhhhh, the good ole' days.

Comitted to excellence through art.