We grew up in the country. While not on a farm, we had a lot of acerage to wonder around on. There was a subdivision to the north of ours and planted farm land to the south and east of us. We spent many summer days playing hide and seek in the corn fields, always careful to not break any corn. In the fall, the harvested fields made a new game of corn fights. Pick up left behind ears of corn on the ground, shuck them and throw the kernals at each other. In the winter, there was a gully we turned into a sled hill.
My mom only asked us to come home when the noon whistle blew for lunch, dinner when the church bells chimed 6 pm, and when the street lights came on at dusk.
The miles we could wander in a day were amazing, and that was without even crossing a road.