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7 Up: A School Game

You Will Need:
7 or more players
Tables or desks [ enough for the players ]
 wall [for meeting place]

How to Play
Pick 2 or 3 people to be the tappers.
Everyone except the tappers should close their eyes and put their head gently on the table or desk with their thumbs down.
The tappers should go and tap on 1 person and then go back to the wall.
If you get tapped, put your thumb up.
Once all the tappers are at the wall, open your eyes and raise your hand. 
Guess who tapped you.
If you guess correctly, you will become a tapper.
If you guessed wrongly, you will have to compete again and try your luck.
Play ten turns and the winner is the one who has tapped people the most.









Aditi Bhattamishra, Pine Glen Elementery School, Grade 2, Burlington, MA 01803


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