We were lucky, I guess. Though our dad worked out of town, and our mother didn’t drive, we lived four blocks from “down town.”
Of course, back then, we would walk three miles to the “local” pool to swim for three or four hours, then walk back. Which may explain why my leg didn’t break in March when the bookshelves fell on it.... ;o]
Yes, the good old days! I remember walking or bicycling to the library most places we lived, but it’s not safe here; they’d have to cross the US Highway, which is hard enough in a car.