I was young in the early fifties when all children played outside until the street lights lit up. We played in every single front yard, on both sides of the street, as if they were all one long play area and we owned it. Before he was school age my younger brother would regularly notice he was hungry, step out of the play, climb the steps of the closest house most handyhouse, pound on the door, and say, “I NEED PEANUT BUTTER!!” As far as could tell he always got it too. What a guy!  nancymauerman.com