Me too...or my mom called the moms of my friends to tell me to come home for dinner...
We had a bell... The one kid across the road would be called by name by his dad shouting for him. The other kid’s dad would whistle using his fingers. We could be on the other side of the valley at the dairy farm, and we were all capable of hearing a faint call and all the kids would scramble, get on their bikes and race home as fast as possible before there was an asswhoopin’.