The big thing when I was kid riding down the hill with no hand on your bicycle on where they were building new homes. We cycled into the hills the construction guys built to the dig out basement. Flying off your cycle was the statist quo.
We had a blast!!!!
Lived in trees. Shot bbs. Played with yard darts and bow and arrows. Had a fabulous time!!!!Went out at 9 came back at 6. (sometimes at lunch if you were hungry, you went home or ended up at the neighbors) The best.
All the things they listed was the best part of being kid!
The very last time I tried that, things were going great until the front wheel hit a rut and pivoted to the left. I eventually came to a stop by using my skin as a brake pad.