Kids in the 80s didn’t need fancy toys or scheduled activities. We just needed a playground, a metal slide that could fry an egg by noon, and a pack of neighborhood kids who showed up the second the streetlights turned off. We climbed everything we probably shouldn’t have. We ran until our legs burned and our cheeks were red. We didn’t worry about Wi-Fi, because the only connection we cared about was the one we made outside with our friends. Our parents didn’t track us on an app. They just yelle