I loved that we would go camping in at Sequioa or Yosemite Nat'l Parks with another family with a lot of kids, or a whole group of families. We kids would play 'cowboys and Indians', the girls were always the Indians. One of the boys pulled a yucca spear off a plant and slit my throat with it, because I escaped. Yucca Spears are sharp, he really did cut my neck...we all had to make up a story of what we were doing, because we weren't supposed to be playing anything with weapons. We would also go for hikes while at the Parks, and go swimming, listen to ranger programs and watch the rangers trap bears for removal to elsewhere in the park. It was fun.
We also went to the ocean fairly often and swimming with other witnesses. Sometimes we played mini-golf with a group of kids. There was an elderly sister who loved kids and she would sometimes have kiddie parties, complete with Pinata and a hired clown!
On Halloween, we went to Knott's Berry Farm, with a whole group of JW's for the night and rode all the great rides. Knott's started closing, around 1973? on Halloween, so we ended up at some go-cart park instead, it was a let down from Knott's!
My parents then decided we had to go save all the extended family members in Minnesota before 1975, so we moved from lovely, sunny, warm Southern California, to fridged, economically depressed Northern Minnesota, we ended up dirt poor, cold, and out of work, living with my granny. I never really had fun again. The Minnesotans thought of us a weirdos with strange accents, the extended family got sick of my parents preaching and shunned us to shut them up, I ended up with cold induced health problems and became a latchkey child for the first time, as mom had to try to save us from starving.