Ain’t that the truth!
In the 70s, kids lived outside.
And, the worst punishment in the world was yard restriction.
Sometimes my brother and I and our friends were 3, 4, or 5 miles away from home.
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
You are right!
Me too. My kid brother and I would bike it to the Dairy Queen with spare change *at least* 4 miles away from home for an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
We were gone for *hours* with no contact with home and it was completely normal. No one would have dreamed of having my Mother arrested for neglect for something that she didn’t know was happening.
To this day 40+ years later, she *still* doesn’t know, unless my brother told her....
50 and 60s, too. Us city kids went home when the street lights came on. Farm kids...when the sun was almost down...twilight...
“THOSE WERE THE DAYS”.......
Sadly, never to be seen again. Growing up out in the country was like living in another world when we had to visit the city relatives. None-the-less, there were “adventures” in the city too but not as wide reaching as living in the country forests.
Amen to that. The only requirement was to be home for supper.
That was before Islamic Terrorists, Illegal Alien Rapists, and Homosexual Predators were unleashed upon our nation by liberals.
In the 1950 we kids had 10 million acres of Public Land to roam on in the oil and gas camps of northern New Mexico and Utah, till one day our moms noticed all the boys had disappeared from the camp.
So they hunted us down and forced us to stay in the camps. They were all afraid a mountain lion or bob cat had dragged us off. Bummer. The most FREE time in my life, at 9 years old.
when a mattel, mr peabody, chemistry set would provide adequate solutions for a well aimed squirt gun to fend off attacking dogs..ahhh yes