Under 65...

[Dog427435]

My Mom would put me out and say "go play". There was no question as to where, she knew I'd be around. In the winter I knew when the street lights came on, I needed to be home. In the summer the fire departments six o'clock whistle was the signal.
We thought nothing of hitchhiking anywhere we needed to go, everyone did, it was an accepted means of transportation.
The man from the Crestwood Dairy would come by about 4:30 in the morning in his Divco, dripping water from the ice that kept the milk in the back cold. Once in a while we'd sneak a note to leave some chocolate milk or orange juice into the milk box.
Ten cents bought you a Hostess turnover that was full of filling. A nickel got you a coke to go with it. The deposit on the bottle was two cents, so scrounging for empties in the weeds could get you enough cash for both.
The Police were respected and feared. If a Cop told you to do something - you did.
If a Cop kicked your butt for screwing around, the last thing you'd want to do was tell your Dad.