I was a better shot then than I am now. It’s amazing how easily children learn. I had a red 20lb something or other recurve and I was flat out dangerous with that thing. Killed a lot of birds and squirrels. Rabbits and groundhogs were big game but I never got one of them until later.
Never shot arrows up in the air and ran around though. Even then, I didn’t want to die.
That reminds me of the scene in “The Sopranos” when ralphy’s kid and his friend did that. Punctured his aorta.