We weren't allowed to watch TV...oh...wait a sec...there was no such thing as TV; not til I was 8 years old...
and who'd want to watch that teensy weensy 8 inch screen anyway...we used to go all around the block without touching the ground...we ran around on everybody's roofs...

you should hear what grown-ups used to say to us! Shame on them.
We played baseball in the park, and, every Tuesday evening there was a band concert in the park. Everyone could sit on their front porches and listen to the music.
Us girls would go to the neighbor's garden and pick all the blossoms off her Hollyhocks, and make Princess dolls out of one full bloom and one bud, then line them up on her porch railing and play ballroom dance with them...that is, until she came out one day and saw all the pretty dolls...she started choking...no idea why.
Another neighbor had this huge loom out in her backyard. We watched her weave nine by twelve foot rugs on it; it was fascinating to watch her weave big roses out of rug yarn...I think that's one reason I love crewel embroidery today...you can draw with thread...
The Milkman had a horse and wagon, and we liked to feed his horse all the carrots he could eat...and on hot summer days, he would chop bits of ice off the block of ice in the back of his wagon for us...
Being a child was lots of fun in the city when I was small. We WERE told "Don't take candy from strangers," One day, this big fat man tried to give away candy and we all ran for parents. They came storming out of the houses like angry bees...the man turned out to be the Mayor; he was out fishing for votes, and WAS just trying to be nice to kids so their parents would vote for him...

...that didn't quite work out like he planned. I think he was glad to get out of the neighborhood without a beating, and he made sure to say,"Your parents are right...don't ever take candy from strangers." Then mopped his forehead and walked away...

poor man.