Sports Day
Sports days, sometimes referred to as Field Days, are events staged by many schools and offices in which people take part in competitive sporting activities, often with the aim of winning trophies or prizes. Though they are usually held at the beginning of summer, they are also staged in the autumn or spring seasons, especially in countries where the summer is very harsh. Schools stage many sports days in which children participate in the sporting events. They are usually held either in Winter season or in Summer season. Also, it is usually held in elementary schools, or grades Kindergarten-8th Grade. it also can be held in middle schools
In schools which use a house system a feature of the school is the competition between the houses, this is especially brought out during sporting events such as an Inter-house sports day.
Games that are played on school sports days can be wide and varied. There are straight forward sprints and longer races for all age groups as well as egg and spoon races. Three legged races are run as well as sack races and parent and child races.
Additional games are traditionally run in Ireland and the UK, such as wheel barrow races and games such as horse shoe throwing.
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