The things I remember of my childhood seem long gone. I remember playing outside, in the streets (the older kids watched out for the younger ones – ushering them out of the street when a car was coming). When it was time to come home for dinner – well we knew when that time was and were expected home. There was also the grapevine whistle (I recall one mom whose whistle could be heard a good block a way). I remember doing a lot of reading. I remember locating books in a library involved a card catalog, a pen & paper and something called the dewey decimal system.
Another observation –
We treat our kids like kids, without responsibilities or boundaries. We raise them to think they can do whatever they want, be whatever they want and (in a round about way) that nothing is their faulr or responsibility….Then we kick them out in the real world and say “Have a nice life, adult”.