I have the same sort of memories from my own youth and home town. It was a sleepy place, the sort of place that on Saturday morning at 12pm one could fire a shotgun down the main street and hit no one. A farming/rural town. I loved it and was outside more than in, nearly came to grief so many times but survived and am a better man for it.
Kids (generally) don't get that nowadays although my nephew does and I think it's awesome.