52 here.
Feel like an old fahrt reading all of these stories about the "good old days". Yeah, all we did was play some form of sports, rode our bikes for miles, or played "army" until dark. Hardly ever played indoors, even in the worst weather. Every evening at 6:00 the emergency siren would go off in the town where I lived. That was our signal to get home for dinner. Was asleep within seconds of hitting the pillow and slept like a dead man through the night.
