We didn't have the Sony Playstation or the XBox or the cellular phone back when I was in school.  We didn't have the Internet either—I shutter even now at the thought.  We had Super Nintendo (if you could afford it) and the Apple IIe to whittle away our free time, and a crappy rotary phone if you wanted to talk to somebody.  Cordless phones were available, but they had lousy range, and you were always picking up other people's conversations.  That kind of eavesdropping can be good if it's a hot chick or something—then she eventually tells her girlfriend about how geeky her next neighbor is, totally destroying your self esteem.  That never happened to me, though, honest.  I digress.

As you can imagine, the lack of technology get old after awhile, so we actually did something novel and went outside.  At some point somewhere, some dude decided that bouncing a pellet filled sack around on your knees and feet was fun, and so began the surprisingly enduring fad of hacky sack (or footbag, as it was known in non-cool places).  There are many rules for hacky sack, but we basically ignored all of them.  We just made it simple.  You kept the bag from hitting the ground by using everything but your hands and arms.  Everything else was fair game.  Whoever got their count up the highest was the winner.  I was pretty good, if I do say so myself, and I do.  I got my count up to ninety eight, and then proceeded to call all my friends and brag all over school.  That lasted about a day until my best friend ripped my record apart and wound up getting way over a hundred.  Then again, I think he eventually became permanently cross-eyed from concentrating on the thing so much, so maybe I got out at a good time.