Most small towns had a fair or carnival and their very docile midway rides were the main attraction for teenagers. Even though the rides were very frightening to a few attendees (me), they didn't compare in scope to what is available today.
Blackie, our only bull, romanced quite a few cows. When I mentioned his love life to my friends at school, word passed quickly and everyone wanted to see for themselves. Blackie became quite an attraction - especially, during the Fifties.
Too many parental rules - ran away - no one seemed to care. Off on my own - ran all the way to neighbor's yard - hid in camellia bush. Daddy searched - asked me to return. Afraid of dark - went with him - in spite of EVERYTHING!
Learning to handle a gun was a "coming of age" experience in the South. Most young boys owned BB guns and air rifles. Since Daddy didn't have a son, he taught me to shoot his 22, using tin cans as targets.