Where I grew up, they used to say "Ihii ni cia Ngai!" Boys belong to God. Despite the seeming dangerous games, they always survived.
I remember this boy who timed their cow while it was sleeping and jumped and held on to its horns. Needless to say the cow wasn't amused. The boy spent a few months in hospital with his legs hanging from the ceiling!
The most extreme for me was to play those games where we imitated wrestling stunts.