Which reminds me of a story!!!!!!!
I was about 7-8 years old and living in Louisville, Ky. My friends and I were running yard to yard playing war. We each had toy guns. I had a Man From Uncle Camera / Gun! Anyway, we all ran into my back yard creaming all types of things but primarily "BANG, BANG". I was yelling "SPLAT - SPLAT".
My mom hung her head out of the side door and asked me what I am doing? Why was I yelling splat? "Mom, they are shooting bullets. I'm shooting s***."