Walking to and from school, after I got used to the over three mile walk. We used to cut across the paddocks if we could, play in the creeks, climb trees, hope we didn’t get chased by a bull, watch out for snakes, then race like mad to get to school on time. Afternoons involved more dawdling, we were never in a rush to get home. We played hide and seek, climbed trees, paddled in creeks and dams, caught tadpoles, raided my grandfathers fruit orchard hoping he wouldn’t catch us, but he usually did and went crook at us, but let us have some fruit anyway. We sometimes lit a fire and boiled a billy, made a cup of tea, threw a few gum leaves in the billy. Lucky we didn’t start a bushfire, we were always very careful with our fire and put it out with water. Made a fork with sticks over the fire to hang the billy on when the tea was made. Thought we were Davy Crockett or Ned Kelly. Had a blue tongue lizard who lived in a log we passed and it used to come out when it heard us, we were sure it was our friend coming to say hello. Later on we graduated to riding a horse and several bikes. 5-6 kids bareback on the horse, 3-4 kids per bike, it is a wonder we all survived. Fall off, get up, dust yourself off, tie a hanky or piece of rag around any cuts, grazes. Get back on horse, bike and keep going. Gravel roads, out in sticks, no such things as helmets back then. Sometimes it was almost dark before we got home, no wonder our parents were cross. Anywhere from 6-10 together most of the time so I’m sure we were pretty safe.