Did pretty much the same, except at lunch, the mom of who evers house we were at would feed us lunch along with her kids. All my neighbors had my dads expressed permission to whip my ass if I did conduct myself like a gentleman on their property. Grew up in a rural farm community. Use to break off chunks of the cows salt block to rub on green apples. Of course we sterilized the salt chunk by rinsing it off in the cow’s water trough. Used to play a lot of baseball in the pasture. Mom would get upset if we came home having slide into second base, which was still fresh from the cow. Walking home from the barber shop after school (about 4 miles) the county sheriff on patrol would offer you a ride. When the school bus driver said sit down and be quiet, you did just that. All adults were addressed by their titles until you were give permission to use their given names. No draft for the Little League, you showed up and you got to play ball. All of the men my dads age had spent 3 or 4 years fighting the Japanese and Germans, some had the scars to prove it, we respected and admired those men greatly. They were the examples we wished to follow.