The game was easy to play; the person who could sail their lid the furthest won.
You held the lid in your hand and flung it in an arc skyward. How much easier could it be.
Yes, there was the danger of the sharp edge. Which I discovered when my “childhood ignorance”, as my father said, “was awoken” when that pretty girl next-door said something to me as I was a’launching. Mind, head, eyes, ears, and grip on the lid distracted, I squeezed the lid, and nearly severed half of a finger. I guess she did not ‘kiss it better” because of all the blood?
Think about your ‘building blocks’; we can not write without them.