Childhood.

Done every one of those, and then some, lol. Thanks as always David.💯😊

Oh yeah! thanks David

OMG, yes - to all four! Where did the sane world I grew up in GO??

Wow you just dug up mess of memories! Growing up in NE PA mountains.  Always in the woods, hiking to the dam, picking blueberries, up in the trees sitting on a hunters deer stand for hours, sitting on the back porch steps eating Mr. Softee ice cream, an area in the woods that was all pine trees listening to the breeze blow thru the trees, and always dirty  Finally being in the woods and hearing the six PM church bell ring and racing home cause it was dinner time. I could go on and on 

A fun look back when life was so simple. So this is progress?

All so true.  I cherish those days.  I would not allow my kids out of our site, whenever we went somewhere or even to go out and play.  As I got into being a teen, I would come home from school and tell mom see you later and went on a bike ride of 15-20 miles.  The only thing she would say is be careful and be home by 5:30 for dinner.  Those days are gone.  One trip I rode to my Dads shop which was 10 miles from the house and when I showed up he just said what are you doing here.  Told him I was just out for a ride.  Stayed for a little bit and then headed back home to I would beat him for supper.  By the way his shop was on a 4 lane highway.

Love the stories guys. Just about every day during the summer I was up early with friends, riding bikes to God knows where, in the woods roaming, building tree houses, forts or the like. Getting together for a friendly ball game. Hanging at the swimming hole. But like you guys, home for lunch and supper, then off again. Then we had better be home by dark. Hell, we didn't want to be in the house any longer than we had too. Not most kids today. They'd rather be playing video games, etc. 😟

The comments are all in my memories as well.  Add those to the fact that I was raised in a farming community...just fantastic.  Memories that never fail to make me smile.  I am so thankful I was born in 1952.  I feel sorry for kids today.

We went every where we wanted on bikes.  To the drugstore to buy candy and soda. To the diner for 2 tacos for a dollar. Once we rode down the route the new interstate would to the river. There were old cars we would climb into and pretend we were driving. Several times a year there were family campouts and all the cousins would hike the trails through the woods.  Go down to the lake and try to skim rocks across the water. At night sit around the fire and roast marshmellows. Go down to the bathroom as a group with flash lights to watch out for the skunks. On the 4th of July there was a family picnic at our great aunt and uncles house in a lake community. The cousins would swim till we heard time to eat. The table would be full of food.  Several styles of fried chicken, potato salads, vegetables, salads, baked beans and other kinds of salads. After eating we would catch the double decker bus that went around the community and get off at the dam where people were sailing and would take any body that wanted to try it.  That was the only time I ever went sailing. Didn't really like it. Went back for more swimming. Ended the day watching the fireworks display. Usually fell asleep in car before we got home. Great time to be a kid.

Mom had one rule for all us siblings: dinner was at 6 PM, it was her way of keeping track of us.

we were cross-tie walking or exploring the woods; checking out the WW II surplus trucks, tanks and jeeps at Bentleys wrecking yard. Camping at night and staring at the billions of stars and galaxies in the night sky. I could go on and on.

great summers and great memories.

All the above! Thanks for the memories.

Wow, reading what everyone described growing up is exactly what I experienced. All the days hiking thru the woods (which are still there at the end of Green Terrace St which I left in 1965) or hiking to Buffalo Airport to watch the new Boeing 727 jets take off and land. A stewardess was nice enough to take us inside for a tour!! I’ll never forget that day!! 
it was culture shock moving to California July ‘67. I missed the open fields and my friends. I wasn’t prepared to be around so many thousands of people. Enrolling in high school wasn’t fun or easy as I didn’t know anyone. I missed picking leeches off me, catching polywogs and tadpoles, building snow forts with my buddies. Yep, those are days and times that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Thanks Gentlemen for stirring up all the great memories. 👍🇱🇷🙌 

Now it’s time to go watch “Sandlot” & “Stand by Me”