I grew up in 85 and times really haven't changed. Me and my friends would skate around all day looking for trouble untill it got dark. We'd wrestle, break into houses for fun (not stealing anything unless we saw something cool), have rock wars, BB gun wars, fall and break our arms skateboarding without proper gear.
One time we were at the park swinging on this vine swing that was off a 15 foot cliff, my friend jumped onto my as I was swinging across and we both fell all the way down onto sharp rocks haha. Man that hurt, bone was showing threw elbow and I still got the scar.
One of the best memories I've had was when I was 10 and me and my best friend would pertend to be stealthy spies and break into the school during the night time almost everynight through the basement cellar (which had to be crawled through and was like a cave). We then would climb into the attic and could look down on all the classrooms and sometimes teachers were still in there and we would spy on them
Little did they know that two little boys dressed in black with banoculars were watching them from above hehe. God that was a blast I felt like james bond or something.