Ah, memories. My brother and I were sent to my grandparents and my grandpa, an off the boat Italian, would garden in his suit and hang the jacket on the scarecrow.
My other grandma would teach you to drive at the age of 10 because everyone should know, just in case.
Maybe our at-home-camp was how we were free range all day and only drove our bikes up to the side door so mom could hand us a sandwich and tell us to drink from the hose. The same hose that laid on the grass and was fertilized by the green trucks. 😲