Where to begin?
Cardboard sliding on the dried grass on the steep hills behind the house. We'd swipe refrigeration boxes and schlep them up hills all day long, the trick was to know when to bail off before you slammed into the barbed wire fence at the bottom.
We built a three level tree fort on an oak that hung 40 feet over the bay, I still cant believe nobody died from that project.
We build wooded coasters (No brakes) and flew down our street that ended in a "T" intersection at the botom, we'd shoot across the road and go flying into thick bushes to stop.
We'd walk from school to downtown, (a couple miles) underground in the storm drains.
I had two tall pine trees in the front yard about eight feet apart and me and my buddy would race each other to the top, and when the wind was blowing the tops would sway towards each other enough so we could cross over and race down. (I did loose it about halfway down once, hit every branch, and lost skin on my front, back, sides, and arms. The Bactine bath I got was worse than the fall. That crap stung like a bastard.)
Lots of fun with BB guns and firecrackers.
We'd get together with the kids up the street and had massive dirt clod wars in the oaks and poison oak patches.
The good ol' days...
Inner tube from an airplane. Tube big enough to curl up inside. Friends roll you around. Get tired of that, lay it down and voila, trampoline!
That was one of my favorite childhood memories... exploring the long, winding, underground storm-drains throughout the neighborhood. The muck, the slithering critters, and the whole creepy atmosphere. It emptied into a nearby bayou, black water and all. Never dared tell my parents of these exploits. Took several friends with me on different occasions, and I hope they look back on those memories with the same fondness.
I think I fancied myself as an intrepid explorer, teethed on the safaris I’d see in old “Jungle Jim” movies, which were still commonly aired on tv in the ‘afternoon movie’ slot back then.