That’s my childhood to a tee.

Mostly wandered the streets during summertime. No cable, no video games, so I went outside when I woke up, played with the neighborhood kids til the streetlights came on or someone’s parent came outside and hollered for us to get our ass home. Drank water from the hosebibb at whatever house we were in front of at the time. I wandered the bushes around our place with a bolt action .22 or my BB gun. I had a key to let myself in/out. At least twice I had adults tell me that they were there to pick me up and take me home. I rode my bike for miles unsupervised, five, six miles from home.

That’s a pretty boomer way to phrase all that shit, but the facts are mostly correct.