Every good neighborhood had a sandlot. I'm sure the property belonged to someone who didn't care if kids used it. We played almost every afternoon, in season.
And in *Choosing up Sides*, it had to be decided if there *cupsies* or *NO-cupsies.*
And our PE teachers let us play dodge ball! Heaven forbid!
And on days we had to bring our own lunch to school, we could bring peanut butter & jelly sandwiches without having a lock-down or HAZMAT teams show up.
A real Christmas party with a tree and everything. There was this one kid whose family didn't believe in secular celebrations of Christmas, so he didn't come that day. Somehow his parents resisted the urge for a lawsuit.
I think it was second grade we memorized the Bible passage from Luke on the nativity.
Our PE Coach took us boys aside in 6th grade or so, and told us to ask our fathers about athletic supporters. He said it was important for us to get one, and our Dads would explain. Back then, everyone had a Dad.
Sex education was non-existent, except in the vaguest terms during science class. "Male mammals fertilize the egg inside the female, and the young are gestated inside the mother. Ask your parents to help you understand."
When we were a bit older, us boys would go the bathroom at every gas station we were at, with the hope of getting a condom. Gas station bathrooms (not all, but some) were the only places we knew to get one, and it was a big deal to own a condom. The idea that they would one day be available in school was too outlandish to even be considered.