I went back to my old neighborhood a while ago and I could still see where home plate was in our front lawn. My kids couldn't, though.
The woods I grew up in, a massive stand of white pines, is gone now and is a fancy subdivision. I was showing my kids where the pond was, the old bridge (gone for legal reasons) and where I used to shoot. It's someones front yard now.
If I could get through the fences, I'm sure I could find remnants of the 3-story log cabins I used to build back there.
We didn't have playstation, we had wiffle ball bats. It's amazing how many things a wiffleball bat can be with a little imagination.
My mom still lives in our house and not TOO much has changed. The woods are now thick and no trails in the backyards. The kids nowadays don't have time to explore and just "be". They are too busy with "activities" to keep them entertained every waking hour.
The worst thing we could do was come in and out of the house and open the refrigerator door! That, and continual wet socks and shoes from the creeks.