It was lava unless my younger brother and I were playing on our bunk beds. If the latter then we were on a boat and the floor was the ocean.
Everyone knows the crocodiles (I believe I was a alligator hater) lurk UNDER the bed, while the creepy human skeleton with long dagger-like finger bones hides in the open space between the door and wall–even when the door is fully open.
I used to practice jumping from the doorway of my room into my bed so that the gator wouldn’t be able to lunge out and grab my ankles. I barked my shins many times on the bedframe doing this. Avoiding the skeleton was useless–one could only close one’s eyes and pray for deliverance.
Lava. I’d play it at the mall sometimes too. The black tiles were extra hot and would kill you, while the brown ones were nonfatal.
Our bunkbeds doubled as boats adrift too.
Weird–it wouldn’t let me edit. That should read AN alligator. (sorry).
Cracks in the sidewalk - no?