Setting up ramps and jumping our bikes like Evel Kenieval, rope swings over the creek that ran through town, jumping from the hayloft into the hay pile below, driving ATC’s (the trikes), BB gun wars with friends, my dad setting us on his lap so we could drive the car up and down the alley behind the house, all sorts of dangerous things we did.
I remember we set up a ramp for jumping our bikes and after about half an hour there were 12-14 smaller kids lying on their backs in a nice neat row for us to jump over.Of course a few got landed on but no-one died.I did however bend my mates sister's bike in half on a heavy landing.Took it back to their place like nothing happened.His sister did have a puzzled look on her face the next time she rode it.
One more.At the end of our street there was a 2 acre paddock that the local council used as a temporary dump for cut down trees and such.After a few weeks of dumping there were 5 or 6 mounds of trees and branches the size of a house so naturally every kid in the neighbourhood burrowed in to make forts.Our fort though was far and away the best because ours had a fireplace.We only got to use it once and though it was indeed nice and warm it got a little out of hand rather quickly.We ended up running for our lives into an alley and huddling there listening to all the sirens.Who knew burning things down and blowing stuff up could be so much fun (though at the time we each had a pantload of bricks!)