My buddy had a Johnny Seven and still has many happy memories firing projectiles at the family cats. :-)
We used to ride our Tonka trucks down the driveway.
We came in when my Dad whistled REALLY LOUDLY!
Playing in a boatyard, I stepped on a giant nail once, they had to dig sneaker out of my foot.
Had a treehouse with electricity. We slept in it too.
Slept in the yard in a tent. How many parents will allow that now?