In the late forties/early fifties, my family was one of the one percent that lived on the edge of a golf course.
Us neighborhood kids loved to have BB war games, with the enemy hidden in the south sand trap, and the good guys lying in the north sand trap. We did have glasses or goggles on.
No-one ever got hurt, even in our complex flanking maneuvers into the other sand traps, and we all laughed after the fight was over, and vowed to be there tomorrow evening after the maintenance crew left for the night, so the golf course was ours!!
Sounds like you all had fun.
I was a bit different. Grew up on a farm, Extended family. Grandfather & grandmother’s home was <50 ft. from ours. My uncle lived with them.
The 2 kids in the family were my brother and I. The most trouble I ever got into was because of a clod fight we got into. My grandmother ended that.
But from about 7 my brother and I had BB guns. We terrorized the birds, rabbits (believe it or not) and anything that moved. We were the great white hunters. hee hee hee.
First shot a 22 rifle, barrel out the window on my father’s lap in the pickup. First real gun I had was a 20 gauge single-shot shotgun. We became legendary among my father’s hunting buddies with those. Even on quail.
Life was simple and fun. We still own the farms, I own my grandparents home, my son lives in it.