We would go out and play all day, go on little adventures, fall out of trees, stealing apples from peoples trees in their back gardens.
Go on walks up the railway lines and see where it would take us. Falling in rivers when trying to jump across, climb across, or when the rope snaps on the rope swing. We used to go on inflated innertubes up the river and let the current take us, then have to spend ages walking back. On these little adventures we would meet other kids, and usually, instead of fighting, we would play some football and become friends or never even see each other again. If it did end up as a fight, it would be a fist fight, people would be bruised, and egos hurt, but they would be going home.
I used to love a good dirt fight, throwing chunks of dirt at each other like trench warfare when they dug a load of trenches around the bottom of my flats. Nearly cost a friend an eye though, the dirt always had stones in it. Was fun though, until somebody inevitably got hurt and went running home to stop the bleeding.
If we wanted to call the parents, we needed to find a pay phone.