'70 baby here.
I often wish I had been born a bit earlier so I could have fully appreciated the 70's, but that is life.
My brother and I were seldom seen during the day....we walked for miles, up and down the railroad tracks, the main highway, and to far off creeks. We would play way out in the woods where the biggest danger was the venomous snakes we often encountered. There was a cleared out area we loved. I would grab my barbie dolls and my brother would get his GI Joe dolls and a pack of matches. We would pile sticks and build a fire. Poor Barbie would sit in the fire screaming "HELP" until big brave GI Joe rescued her.
When it got dinner time my mother would come hunt us down and we would grudgingly trek home. LOL

My brother and I were seldom seen during the day....we walked for miles, up and down the railroad tracks, the main highway, and to far off creeks. We would play way out in the woods where the biggest danger was the venomous snakes we often encountered. There was a cleared out area we loved. I would grab my barbie dolls and my brother would get his GI Joe dolls and a pack of matches. We would pile sticks and build a fire. Poor Barbie would sit in the fire screaming "HELP" until big brave GI Joe rescued her.
