My childhood was nice, pleasant, and as the youngest I guess I was spoiled by my brother...11 yrs older, and sister...14 yrs older. The school, built in the 1930s, sat on a huge field and was just visible from our front lawn.
Dad took the train into Manhattan to work, and was home by 5:30...dinner was on the table at 6 on the dot. All fresh cooked/baked with veg from the garden. Every Saturday we drove into the wee village center to go to the A &P supermarket...my treat was a bundle of lollies.
By the time I was 5 or 6, my sister was working. She bought our first telly...so we could watch the Coronation.