Tintin, in another post, mentioned Kiss Kick Torture. We called it Kiss Catch Torture. I hated this game! The boys would chase us girls and, if they caught us, we chose between Kiss and Torture. What choice was that?!!! Kiss a boy? Yuck! Get tortured - by a boy? Help!

Slightly off topic. A wee group of us was playing KCT in the small playground of the Barony School. There used to be a CRM wall round it with wee doocots on top. Us girls chose a doocot each to “hide” in. All of a sudden, an old table leg, thick and heavy, hit me full in the face! Someone had thrown it, not meaning to hurt anyone, but it got me and broke my nose. I ran across the road home, blood pouring everywhere. No wonder I hated KCT.