I was in 3rd grade. We were let out of school early. A bunch of us went to a kid's house where the garage was full of mattresses for wrestling. After a while, we got thirsty and went in the house for a drink of water. His mother was sobbing and bawling in front of the television set. That was when it sunk in on us dim-witted urchins. After that we didn't feel like wrestling anymore and everyone drifted homeward.