That summer, I think I was 11, we used to play the same game over and over at the sea.
Jane kicked off, she should be very girly while paddling and singing into low water.
Then was the turn of the Crocodile, he arrived slow, silent, almost under water and attacked her. She screamed “Help!” doing a fake and weak battle with the animal.
Finally Tarzan showed up, overswimming to show how quick and strong he was. He struggled hard and long against the predator and obviously he got the better of it.
That’s the plot and we had to respect it, always.
Where’s the fun then?
Well, it's not up to me to say that there are very repetitive activities that nevertheless bring a certain pleasure, but the point here is that we could switch role independently of our sex, age or size.
So everyone could be the bad guy, the good guy or the beautiful one, and try to be in someone else shoes for a while.
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