Yah. We used to put ladders and tarps together and make a “submarine” and sink Jap ships by the hundreds. Mom would kick us out of the house and say “Come back for dinner.” Cops didn’t give a shit. No social workers to screw up normal families.
Boredom did result in creativity.
We had maple trees around the perimeter of our large yard that dropped a ton of leaves. I’d get a rake and form the leaves into “walls” of floorplans.
I still wish I’d have become an architect. I did design and built two houses.
Dodge ball AKA smear the queer. Those were the days.