Fantastic Opportunity Missed

I happened to walk out onto the observation deck of the Fortress of Solitude and lean over the railing today, and I was met with the view on the right. It's a god's eye view of a barbeque. My homeowner's association is always having little get-togethers like this on the building's fourth floor deck right below my eighth floor unit, but usually only those 65 and over (which seems like about 75% of the building) ever seem go. The thing that struck me is that if I had ever had a view like this when I was, say, 12 years old, oh boy would I have had all sorts of ideas for projectiles that would liven the whole event up considerably. Never before and probably never again will such an incredible free-fire zone ever present itself. Click on the picture for a bigger version and you'll see what I mean; it's a target-rich environment out of a B-52 pilot's wet dream. But I'm 32, and even the simple idea of a loogie into the potato salad wasn't seriously contemplated. Man, am I getting old.