My brother and I had what I would consider an idyllic childhood–both parents, Dad worked hard at the factory and the farm, and was strong and handsome, Mom worked in the home, made great meals, read more than more professors, and after school, encouraged us to play outside with friends in all weather, and all day on weekends (except Sundays when our family did “visiting” of older relatives, most of whom lived out on farms, which meant we were allowed to play outside there!)
My brother and I ranged all over our neighborhood, which was (and still is) about 20 city blocks square, filled with older homes, and back then, a delightful neighborhood store where dozens of bikes were parked and children swarmed the store buying soda, penny candy, and occasionally real food for Mom’s shopping list!
The older we got, the further away from home we ranged on our bikes, exploring parks, playing with kids we didn’t know, talking to grownups who were outside doing chores, occasionally helping out the grownups, going to stores at shopping centers on the “main drag,” playing on the playgrounds at the neighborhood stores, building forts with other kids in their yards, exploring the sewers when we figured out how to get into them!, wading in creeks and bringing home turtles and frogs for our mother (who loved animals).
The problem is–today that childhood would probably get our parents in trouble with the law! Unsupervised children outside?! Unthinkable! Talking to strangers (aka as grownups)–dangerous! Playing on playground equipment?! Concussion hazard! Riding bikes on the street with dozens of other kids? We’'re lucky we weren’t killed! Penny candy and soda?!! Weight gain, hyperactivity, rotting teeth!
Nope, nowadays, there are ordinances against allowing kids to play outside unsupervised. At the very least, DCFS would come calling, and probably remove my brother and me and take us to a “foster home” with responsible care-givers.