Play outside until whichever happened first:
you got hungry
it got too dark to see
you needed a jar for the lightning bugs you caught
you got called in
you couldn’t stand any more mosquito bites
you got hurt in that silly game you were playing (we used to jump from the roof of an abandoned house onto the grass below)
@Lynnerizer@phendrick we’d jump out of trees or ride a home made skate board down a sidewalk hill jumping off on the street lawn with it carrying on into the street since it didn’t corner well. More than one driver of a passing car would yell at the neighborhood gang of 15 or so kids doing this.
@Kidsandliz@Lynnerizer@phendrick the ´skate board down a hill story’ reminds me of a friend from school. rode a bike down a neighborhood street over an improvised jump of some kind. front wheel came off mid-air. he came back to school with a bunch of scars and I think a broken something.
childhood in the 70’s was a lot more fun. and dangerous. on the plus side no ´active shooter’ drills. but I do recall ´air raid’ practice for if the Russian bombers were on the way.
@phendrick Biking around the block; we had a nice downslope on one street where we could go really fast!
Street tennis. Traffic was minimal and we could see it coming far enough away to be safe.
Diggy diggy hole, and make mountains and tunnels and waterfalls in the yard with tonka construction trucks and the garden hose. No moles ever caused such lawn apocalypse. This also involved our toy soldiers and military vehicles, and rarely, leftover fireworks (shhh! no telling!)
We had a 15’ round doughboy swimming pool for a few years; that was fun.
And an annual car vacation, we’d all pile into the station wagon and head to Mt Rainier, Timpanogas Caves, Little Reservoir in Fishlake National Forest, Eagle Valley, or other places for camping, fishing, hiking…
It was all glorious. I still miss that station wagon…
@blaineg@phendrick I remember the fairly long walk up a path to get to the caves, and a I think a mineral water spring you could drink from at the top. I was little always overprepared kid (backpack with snacks, canteen, flashlight, camping knife, etc) who got teased so much about it I chose not to bring anything else extra that day… my family stopped teasing me after that; it was a hot day.
@edguyver14@Lynnerizer@mycya4me@yakkoTDI our neighborhood moms put bells on the side of the houses and each family had a different ring pattern. Ours was ding ding - ding ding - ding ding. If we complained were were bored we were told there were plenty of chores we could do. We quickly made our exit.
@phendrick I wish. I’m of slight build and had to develop excellent technique to make up for my lack of brawn. To this day I look like a skinny-fat soy boy. Except for my cyclist thighs. They’re decent.
Pull weeds out of my father’s two massive vegetable gardens, and several flower beds, mow the lawn and weed whack. All as my friends headed down town to the basketball and tennis courts. Oh yeah, good times.
@jokeshippopotam honestly this was probably the best thing. i learned to look outside at landscapes, rocks, vegetation, cities, highways, weather. oh yeah and still love big printed maps. what else could you do for 8-10 hours a day? maybe even talk with my parents or argue with them or listen to them arguing. no phones or video games. good times.
@jokeshippopotam@pmarin Every August we’d Wgo on vacation for the month - at first car camping then tent top trailer camping. Drove all over the USA. While the days in the car were sometimes really long getting places, the places we got to see were really interesting. And when we happened to study about something in school where we had been there I remember that as being really cool. I tried to duplicate that with my kid to the extent possible. We went to CA one spring break (and I called the teacher and told her we’d be a week late back - 4th grade) and drove across a plateau and saw a sand storm. My kid had just read about that in school. She was amazed. We also stayed (unplanned) on an Indian reservation (talking to a guy in the grocery store, he took up somewhere we could have stayed cheaply but it was closed so took us home and we stayed at his grandma’s house on the res. I hired him the next day to show us around the res). My kid was surprised there were actual American Indians still around. She thought it was just history and they were all dead.