I got into my first fight in 1956 when I was ten, in Spokane, WA. My Old Man was a believer in Physical Fitness and self defense, thought that boxing lesions were a part of a young mans education, started when I was seven.
That plus my Celtic Beserker approach to confrontation led to intellectual rather than physical, except for a few confrontations in the Army, Peace Love, maybe.
No, nothing to crazy, but we did play games where minor pain was part of the game. A real popular game was smear the queer where the point of the game was to tackle the person holding a football. You were suppose to time how long you held on but no one ever did. Even when I graduated in 2003 from High School dodgeball was still very popular.