Yes, sick after eating about a dozen or so apples you grabbed off your neighbor's 'forbidden' apple tree! My "good old days" were the 50's in Pittsburgh, life was easy back then.
We had a bike trail through the woods that surrounded our post- WWII bungalow neighborhood. There was this one steep, downhill winding part of the trail where the it was surrounded by these really dense (what we called) jagger bushes - thorny, nasty, rigid dense bushes about five feet high. When one of us unhappily careened off the path into those bushes, we came to a halt in about one and a half seconds! The bike remained upright with the rider still on the seat, because the bushes were so dense, stiff and thorny.
Getting one of our friends out of there was not easy. No one wanted to go in and get him! Eventually, the unfortunate rider somehow managed to get out, all cut up and bleeding a little. The next day all 8 to 10 of us were flying down that trail just as the same as the day before. (BTW, the trail ended at the bottom of the long hill in a creek bed with really big rocks sticking out.
The parents weren't too concerned, they just said, "go out and play, and CLOSE THE DOOR."
But, those were the good old days!
BTW, the "jagger bushes" were on the back of a neighbor's property, but lawsuits were not EVER considered. Those were the days!!
Yeh, back when you played neighborhood football without a thought about wearing pads or a helmet!
---- Back when, in the winter after a nice deep, wet snow, we got about six kids on each side, spread about 30 feet apart, prepared about a dozen solid, wet slushballs each, and began firing at the other group until all were finished.
Those were the days.