Your post of where we used to go stirred up memories of the freedom we were allowed. We went everywhere didn't we, I speak for the boys of course when we would hike to Almscliff Crag. We used to cut across the fields after Beckwithshaw and were once stopped by a farmer complete with shotgun who said, "Whey as tha goin'?. "Almscliff Crag" says us, "Well tha's trespassing on me land", says he. Quick as a flash, Graham Kirby says, "Heres a penny, if we give you a penny and you take it then were not trespassing". The farmer gave it thought and said, "Oo tawd tha that". Curly says, "I read it in a book", and the farmer grinned, took the penny and said, "Tha' reads ower much Lad, gawn then off wi tha' ". We thought we were the bees knees at Law after that. Going into town was good except we had nothing to spend. How many can remember a feller called Sandy McFerson or something, trying for the Guiness world record for non stop piano playing. He did it in the cinema on Parliament street (I think), and our group used to skive off Sunday School and go see him, it was quite pathetic towards the end, he was nearly falling of the stool, we thought it hilarious and got thrown out for laughing so much. Across town to the swimming baths, that was quite a walk, especially going home. Later on it was walking in the countryside with a certain young Lady of a similar age. As you said, total freedom, just be home for tea, and none of todays fears. The list is endless, Wonderful times.
Take care all