The comments about home made buggies and scooters reminded me that when we lived on the coast, we made rafts. One summer when I was about 12 or 13 we had a girls v boys competition to see who could make the best raft, that didn't sink first. We knew the rafts would sink because we'd been trying together to build one that didn't. We went to local garages and bagged old oil drums, bits of planks from wood making places and rope was probably taken from mum's washing line, we'd no money to buy any. Maybe we begged it like we did everything else. Our mothers were often near the big beach paddling pool that filled with water when the tide came in, so they were able to watch the fun. This was the north west resort where the sea comes in faster than a horse can gallop. Plus sinking sand. We had this drummed into us from an early age so we must have had a bit of sense. It was a glorious summer holidays from school with this focus on raft building, with boys n girls playing together. We were so lucky.
The next Big Thing was Mischief Night (yes, doors knocked, gates tied together) followed by bonfire night. Again groups of us roaming our area asking for any wood, old chairs etc people didn't want, building the fire. Some dad's must have arrived to check it out, guys were made with help from mums.
We also rode ponies without helmets, something I'd never allow my children to do. Of course, there was no money for proper kit so we rode in what we had. We cycled 10 miles for picnics as we got older.
My grandchildren have much more material stuff than we could have dreamt of. They're taken to soft play areas, small animal zoo's, petting farms, the cinema, shows at theatres. They're lucky to be in loving families but they can't run wild like we did.