Climbing trees & skinning knees, building trollies & flying down the big hills at stupid speed, sledging down the pit banks on anything we could find even in summer, scrapping with the enemy from the next village & laughing about the lumps & bumps with them on the walk to school the next day
Street lights going off at 10pm just after the last bus came in, quiet & dark until 6am when the whole thing started again, bread that didn't grow mold in the bread bin overnight, toasted on an open fire with dripping lashed on for breakfast then off wheelieing our bikes down the road for hours at a time in ripped jeans & a Stones T shirt whatever the weather
Good times without the need for money, phones or any of the modern crap most rely on for entertainment today