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They stuck where they landed. If they happened to land in your skull, well, then you should have moved.
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I think these two sentences pretty much sum up the way I look at the universe.
Of course, one thing we liked to do when I was a kid was go down to a construction site somewhere (and they were building a major freeway nearby so there were generally plenty) and have "dirt clod wars." Essentially a snowball fight with clumps of dirt. Learning the hard way that there was a rock in the middle of a clod was a bonus, not a detraction.
The war continued until someone got hurt. Then we stopped for the day to resume soon.
Scars, wounds, and trauma are the joy of growing up. If a few die along the way, I'm ok with that. Since we make too many of them anyway, we might as well use some as spares.