Adults forget, or don't think about, that long time ago they were children. One rarely sees anymore the sight of children playing together outdoor or shaking in tears or laughing.
Looking back on my own childhood:
The only thing I remember is being absorbed in playing with my friends. The ground of the neighbourhood or park was our daily playground and I knew every inch of it. We played tag... Haunted house... Marbles... Rode around on bikes with no destination... Made a raft and floated it on the pond and I would wait anxiously for my turn to paddle... The kid who climbed the highest tree was our hero for the day.
We would forget the time and get scolded by our parents. I was a champion of rascals.
If this collection of pictures conveys any message to you or brings back some memories then my work is done.