born 1953. Lived on the city limit at the time, cotton fields behind the row of houses across the street, louisiana. At the age of 3 I'd sit and watch that red stearman dust the fields.
Summers spent running around barefoot playing " your it", hide'n seek, red rover, red light/green light, cowboys, army (war), tetherball, badminton, croquet. We drank out of the hose and played with that. I was top dog hunter with my daisy slide pump bb rifle. (I have a re-issue) We dug holes in the backyards and connected them with tunnels. Any piece of plywood and a set of wheels became a cart. Later on when we/I became small engine savy, it was a go cart. Any distance between two trees became ripe for a rope, pulley, and a 2x4 seat. There were no bedtimes during the summer....and no restrictions, just the constant reminders to " watch out for cars" and look both ways when crossing the street. When it rained, we played in the puddles...unless there was lightning. Or, we stayed inside and played monopoly, life, clue, dug out our lionels or marx train sets, or slot cars. Or mom dropped us off at slot car centers so i could race my cox ford gt 40.....we invented and entertained ourselves...there were no overweight kids....and fouth of july?....it was no holds barred....and my dad's bbq was to die for. Lusted for a mini-bike, but no motorized 2 wheel stuff until you left high school and bought it yourself.
Dad was a used car dealer so i got to drive ( from memory): 69 chevelle SS, 69 SS camaro, 69 cobra jet mustang, GtX convertible (440 magnum or hemi), .....edsel was my every day driver......( dad wasn't stupid).
......and we settled our disputes amongst each other......no parents or police involved.....