This was in the 1970's
in fact early 1970s. There was no such thing as parenting.

We had bedrooms with a 30' drop onto concrete, with no locks on the windows. A large garden pond to play around, when we weren't wandering aimlessly off into the road, or smashing up the derelict houses dotted around the town - we lived in Biggin Hill, there were a fair few WWII bomb craters around for us to play in too. Not to mention the famous airfield, which was securely bound by a tatty hedge. Cycle up the runway anyone?

A hacksaw was the least of it.
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We broke into an international airport one new years eve about 14 years ago
and played a game of football on the runway (for about ten minutes before we figured we were tempting fate and should get going whilst the going was good!).
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