Same same! We did all this, summer holidays we were posted missing all day every day, fishing, air guns, dens, hanging round the flyover on the M74 to see if any of the rigs lost enough rope to make a swing!
Autumn, down the Clydeside to raid the orchards, me ma used to give me a list of the fruit she wanted for jam making!! I think she got so used to my antics that she gave up trying to stop me and put me to use instead....grabbing tumshies or tatties out of the parks....great fun.
Although one farmer up Quarter way caught us up the tree one day and tied a psycho Fresian bull to the tree,