We used to have dirt ball fights. We used to let the dogs lick our skinned knees, arms. They do it anyways. I can remember, and it happening to others commonly of falling out of trees and us picking them up by the pant belt a bit to get whoever breathing. Multiple bike crashes with bent tires, chipped teeth, road rashes everywhere. Pocket knifes, sharp sticks, old rusty fish hooks.
No DSS back then. If your parents ( back when kids had two, and not the same sex, either ) were sort of no good, you’d more or less grow up in one of your friends house.
They go right for the injury don't they--to naturally heal.
Yes..neigbors there forever (rooted) were like "family". They raised us as well.
Thanks.