We must have grown up in the same place -cause - we did the same things. No brakes Billy Carts and down the creek sailing canoes, catching yabbies, swimming and of course swinging off ropes and dropping into the water holes. Safety seemed to take a back seat.We would play across the road in the trees, there was a small creek that run though them, with a dam for deeper water. We had a rope swing going over the creek. I suppose it would be about a metre wide at that point. So you climbed a small hill grabbed the rope put the knot between your legs or just hung on, pushed off over the creek and let go, hoping to land safely on the other side. The inevitable often happen and we would end up in the creek.
I think my mother was very happy when we all grew up, I had one younger sister and five brothers with three being older. I was the middle child with four years on each side to my siblings. I spent alot of time with my older brothers.
We also had a Billy cart that we run down the hill, no brakes of course except for shoes or just feet.
And marbles. I couldn’t play to save myself - I would loose them and my neighbour Carol, would run through the marble rings at school, pick up marbles in her toes, and keep running, and give them back to me. What a champ.