I was born in 1950. When I was in high school they had designated smoking bathrooms. Ugh. I had a horse and rode every where by myself. No helmet. Just a rope and a good horse. Hint: don’t rope a jackrabbit. It’s tough getting your rope back.
I was born in ‘52. I would get on my horse and ride alone through the mountains for hours.
And I’d go to the ocean and swim, even though you could see barracudas swimming around.
We had a rope swing that went way over a deep ravine. We called it Tarzan’s Rubber Band.