Sounds like many of you had similar memories to mine.
Walking a mile to the little one room school - where we had a water bucket and wood stove, brought our lunches and used outhouses, played in and on top of the storm cellar, learned our ABC's well enough to go on to high school a hour bus ride away with 1,000 students and were we lost; oh yes!
Attending a country church and saying our speeches at the Christmas pageant every year - scared we would make a mistake, wearing brand new clothes made by Grandma at her treadle machine, smelling the evergreen trees all aglow with lights, and at the end each child receiving a paper sack with candy, nuts and orange inside.
Winter time - sledding down the many steep hills and sometimes landing in the creek at the bottom, wearing ice creepers on your boots to walk upright, doing your chores in the barn with blue fingers, wonderful smells from the kitchen as soup simmered and coffee cakes baked.
Summer was hot, sticky, smelly when the county oiled the dirt road, and fun - all the games you have mentioned plus finding kittens in the hay loft, Vacation Bible School, vacations with endlessly long car rides, county fairs and if your 4-H project was good enough on to state competition, tap dance recitals, piano recitals, family reunions, picking and canning jars and jars of vegetables, fruits and jelly, a fan on top the refrigerator blowing hot air as you stirred another batch of hot grape juice while getting the jars ready, eating supper in the basement where it was a bit cooler, turning your pillow over at night to get the other cooler side, hauling water by buckets to the garden, digging potatoes and Dad quoting "If any would not work, neither shall they eat." and since you loved mashed potatoes you worked harder!
Spring and Fall - get the garden ready or put it to sleep, put on the screens then replace then with storm windows, clean and clean and clean some more, stack firewood and put the ashes on the roses, wash windows and organize closets, force your feet into new school shoes and feel freedom to kick them off, sew and patch and mend, weddings to attend, births to celebrate, birthday fun, funerals at the end of a long life.
Thanks for letting me take a brief walk down memory lane. Interesting how "good" some of the experiences now seem when we complained about them back then.