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When I was a kid, every boy I knew owned marbles. But I cannot remember one who could actually play the game with even a modicum of skill. (You know, the thing where you try to knock your opponent's marbles outside a circle.)

Attempts at flicking a larger shooter with one's thumb invariably resulted in someone sitting around the circle getting bonked in the face with an errant marble. And that would lead to spirited young sportsmen chucking marbles at one another. Hard. That was essentially like having an up-close rock fight. So the charm of marbles competitions quickly ran its course.

Still, they were fun to have and handle. And they sure were cool looking. 

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