croquet
Heh, I loved croquet!
I did nearly break my foot with a mallet one time when, you place one ball behind the other, set your foot on top of the ball you are going to hit, and in my case, wind up like Tiger Woods because you REALLY want to drive that ball into the nearby woods to make up for all the torture that person had been inflicting on you!
Instead, you hit more of your foot than the ball...and those wooden mallets could do a number!
Sigh. My childhood memories, being out in a yard playing croquet as the sun went down, fireflies coming out of the woods...waiting for my mom to call us in with a bell she had on the back of the house outside the kitchen...:)
She had a big triangle she would whang away at with a steel rod, but the bell worked better (or was less annoying to neighbors, perhaps!).
Magic times.