It was a fucking paradise. Especially in the school summer holidays. Endless long summer days (it didn’t get dark until 10 at night) and nothing to do but play with friends. I grew up in rural SW Scotland, so we had woods, forests, beaches, hills, rivers, streams, farmland etc. at our disposal. Our parents were all at work so we had total freedom - as long as we were home in time for dinner we’d be good. Our bikes were everything, we’d meet up and decide what we were going to do and where we were going to go. Sometimes it would be someone’s house for video games (Commodore 64 or Spectrum), or building a camp in the woods, or fishing a stream up in the Galloway Forest, or cycling to the nearest beach and swimming in the sea.
Southern NZ here, sounds like our summer hols, minus computer games (not invented yet). We had endless freedom, roaming the hills until dinnertime, damming streams and lighting fires. I remember biking eight miles to the beach and back with a friend - our parents had no idea. The only time I got into trouble was one time I stepped in deep mud and came home minus a wellie.
If you replace Scotland with the midwest US and the sea with lakes and rivers, we had very similar childhoods. I thought free range 80s kids was just a US thing.
It was a fucking paradise. Especially in the school summer holidays. Endless long summer days (it didn’t get dark until 10 at night) and nothing to do but play with friends. I grew up in rural SW Scotland, so we had woods, forests, beaches, hills, rivers, streams, farmland etc. at our disposal. Our parents were all at work so we had total freedom - as long as we were home in time for dinner we’d be good. Our bikes were everything, we’d meet up and decide what we were going to do and where we were going to go. Sometimes it would be someone’s house for video games (Commodore 64 or Spectrum), or building a camp in the woods, or fishing a stream up in the Galloway Forest, or cycling to the nearest beach and swimming in the sea.
Southern NZ here, sounds like our summer hols, minus computer games (not invented yet). We had endless freedom, roaming the hills until dinnertime, damming streams and lighting fires. I remember biking eight miles to the beach and back with a friend - our parents had no idea. The only time I got into trouble was one time I stepped in deep mud and came home minus a wellie.
We were five miles from the beach, but otherwise sounds about the same!
Also, nice user name.
Ambassador, you filthy bitch!
If you replace Scotland with the midwest US and the sea with lakes and rivers, we had very similar childhoods. I thought free range 80s kids was just a US thing.
I think free range kids was a rural thing.