Aaaahhhhh..the old day. Walking a couple of km's to the bus stop or riding the motorbike double dink when we were over 10.
Swimming in the dam, taking some matches to get the leeches off. Drinking out of the creek and catching gilgees (spelling) and sometimes cooking them up and eating them. The neighbours would come over on their motorbikes and swim in the dam and for burst at a time would ride their bikes around the heaped clay rim of the dam - only once did a bike end up in the drink.
My older brother grabbing one of the chooks ready for eating (*I will spare the details*) then plopping it in a large pot of boiling water. Had fruit trees and a vegie patch all year round. Went to school in bare feet most of the time with permanently grazed knees and stubbed toes....if you whinged yep you got a clip around the ear 'ole.
I was 9 and went to a wedding, just happen to break my wrist the week before, trod on a rusty nail and got a poison foot and my brother with one of his homemade "bow and arrows" got me in the eye hence an eye patch (the blackeye was completely bloodshot lol) - I looked not good plus being as skinny as a reed!!! The authorites would have been knocking on the door if it was today....
