Probably the last generation to suffer from "benign neglect" - meaning you left at dawn like a cat, found your food at neighbour's or friend's houses, got most of your water from garden hoses and played on heaps of twisted metal like they were play structures. There was also a fair bit of weaponry allowed (or not even noticed) like bb guns, 22's, slingshots, bows and arrows, lawn darts. You returned home when the light turned the snow a blueish colour in the winter or when you finally got hungry for dinner, which you could find in some sort of casserole dish on the counter if your mom was on her 2nd G&T. Injuries were not reported.
Rinse and repeat.
The "what the fuck are you lookin' at?" Generation.