My friends and I used to have naval battles, rafts in a neighborhood swamp (wetland to you guys under thirty) and BB guns, or whatever else you had. I don’t recall that any of us could swim, either. Being nine or ten could be risky business in the ‘50s.
The friend of mine who shot me point blank in the stomach with a BB gun, was one of Holder's people. But his people in Alabama back then, had no resemblance to his people in Detroit, where I was soon moved too.