Did you take advantage of learning to ride your bike with no hands like we did?
Everyone grab your dad’s safety goggles, mount up and have a big mobile “cavalry war” shooting each other with bb guns from our bikes riding all over the neighborhood.
And if a window got shot, oh well, that’s what summer mowing jobs were for.
I remember all our parents’ attitude was “if you didn’t want to get hurt, you shouldn’t have played”.
Oh yeah but not the BB guns on the bikes. We’d raid each others forts, no hands on bikes. All the games you could play with a piece of chalk and a stick.
Life was an adventure and parents could care less about skinned knees and bloody noses unless there was a bad break or a sprain.
It’s hard to put things in perspective now because life for children is so much more different. We would ride horses, cows, goats and we were happy with very little.
I honestly wouldn’t trade those days.
Looking back do you have a smile on your face?