High Noon: Playing With Jacks

There are plenty of reasons I admire women my own age. They have faced dizzying twists and turns in what society expects of them. They have had to cope with an often confused generation of men. And they can be counted on to know what a good song sounds like. But there’s another reason they have my respect. When they were girls, these women played jacks. And the game pieces they used were not made of safe rubber or plastic. No, they played with cold, skin-piercing pointed metal. This was an angry toy. A girl who fell on those babies came up adorned with imbedded jacks. It happened/ Paul Turner , The Slice blog. More here.

Question: Were you good at jacks and/or marbles back when? And/or: What game of your youth do you miss most?