I was lucky. I grew up in town, but with a big field right behind my house, owned by the neighbors,these neighbors were elderly,the husband was a decorated world war one vet, and his wife was a teacher who the local elementary school was named after. they loved the neighborhood kids riding and playing in their field and they would sit on their porch or in their kitchen window all day long watching us. The cops would come all the time, and Mr. Lakeway would shuffle right out there and tell them to beat feet. It was great.