Summer evenings were always good where we lived. The street would either have a big game of football, kids and dads, or a game of cricket. Brilliant. We had an old lady across the road who used to get upset when the ball went in her garden though. I'd call her a miserable old trout but I'm like that now!! 
We were pretty lucky where we lived; there was loads to do - making dens in the woods, going to the beach, going to the park, taking the Grifter for a cruise (mudflap tucked in for the motorbike sound, of course)....
I seem to remember a fashion for collecting the little plastic clips that used to be on the wrapper of bread loaves and clipping them onto the brake or gear cables.
And hands up who stuck cardboard in their spokes to make it sound "like a motorbike" (the Grifter mudflaps eventually wore away!)
