50 years ago I was getting kicked out of the house to go play outside using my imagination. Aside from climbing trees until the branches bent and playing ball in the street, we did goofy stuff like impersonating Cecil B Demille, jousting on our bikes wearing football or hockey helmets, using trash can lids for shields, and brooms for lances. Nothing anything self respecting "helicopter parent" would allow. I think we were a bit like a flock of feral parrots.
With all that came the ability to think outside the box and improvise which is at the root of survival skill.
It was a bit longer ago for me but it was basically the same. "Playing" with my friends could be fairly dangerous by todays standards.