[Extremely Extreme Extremist]

I grew up in the 80s. We rode our bikes all over the city (and out into the countryside).

My Mom said either play outside or do chores around the house. In the summer, I would literally, after breakfast, play outside from 9am and wouldn't come home until 8pm. I'd eat at my friends house.

We'd play in construction zones, on wet cement, parks, abandoned warehouses and cars.

So yes, Stranger Things is my childhood too. And yes, you gotta watch Season 2 and 3. It is a great show.

[hanamizu]

This is a tale from the 50s. In the summer I’d visit my Aunt & Uncle’s place in a small town in Idaho. Since I was from urban SoCal this was like heaven to me. My cousin and I would, like you, be outside from dawn to dusk.

One day we came across a pile of warm tar—they were patching potholes. We found that if we walked through the tar (of course we were barefoot) we could create protective soles on the bottoms of our feet.

It was great. We could walk on stones without them hurting, even the little thorns that a low-growing weed came equipped with.

We couldn’t understand why my aunt was so upset when we came inside and walked across her clean floor.

It was a good time to be a kid.