I guess I was pretty tame for a little kid. I used to play cowboys and horses. Never shot at anyone or wanted to hurt them. The horses would battle for king of the herd but, none got hurt.
Used to turn a kitchen chair over and used belts & ropes to harness my stuffed dogs as a sled dog team - like Sergeant Preston of the Royal Mounties. After reading about dog shows, my dogs took over the couch (benching area) and I would judge them. A Poodle I had didn't have a decent trim, so I carefully rounded off his pom poms and head.
Played for hours on a small sand pile, construction crew had left behind. Stuck small sticks in it to be a forest etc. Had a collection of 5cent tiny dog breeds, I'd get one each time we went to a dime store after being good (HA!!! never happened) at the dentist. Still have them. Even way back then I had a fit that the boxer had a long tail - so I bit off most of it.
Oh and most importantly every stuffed dog I had, had a mama, poppa and baby because "that's the way it was supposed to be." Found out very young that wasn't necessarily true.
But the most important thing was imagination. I taught my son how to line up chairs and have a train, the conductor would punch tickets. Then we played library and he made cards and I would check out books. He used to like all that before he started school. Then he wanted all the toys the well off kids had. The toys with "no imagination" required.
My older sister almost flunked kindergarten because the teacher said she was always looking out the window. Gee, I thought day dreaming was allowed as long as you did your school work. I had to bring a doctor's note asking permission for me to use the bathroom frequently because of a "nervous stomach." Oh the shame of it all.