This cracks me up! Born 1953. When I grew up the life my two sisters and I led, would lead to arrest or kids being taken away by DSS today.
My siblings and I were routinely told, “Go outside and play”!! So emphatically, in fact, that my Mom used to lock us out of the house during the day. “Mom, we’re hungry and cold”, we would plead at the back door. LOL....to no avail. Scratching our tiny fingers in the New England frost on the windows, “Please let us in!!”
God, we wandered far and wide, not a care in the world. Those were the days that made real people. To freaking hell with the nanny state.
Thanks to my folks, I became independent, I learned how to survive, how to be a real human being.
We used to have BB gun fights (2 pump limit) with helmets on, shoot bottle rockets at each other, have dirt clod fights (throwing and slingshots), swim in old ponds, loosen spokes in someone’s bike tires, be gone from the house from daylight to dark, drink from water hoses...