My neighborhood was open carry, and coon skin caps. We would randomly shoot at who ever was within sight, and often, they would pretend to be shot, then walk on to wherever they were going. I remember hiding outside behind the firewood with a friend, and plotting to heist Monopoly money from the Grandparents garage, we were armed to the teeth, and got away with a bundle of cash before lunch.
We were all free range kids, randomly collecting together at each others houses and thinking up new sorts of trouble. The neighborhoods, back then, were virtually crime free.
My neighborhood was Philly rowhomes; our “battlefields” were alleys, driveways, and the local high school grounds.