Child/teen of the '80s. I grew up in a working class area where the vast majority of women were SAHMs. There was no contraception back then in Ireland, so big families were the norm.
When I was small, I played out a lot with a big group of kids. We'd play skipping, chasing, hide and seek, tennis (especially during Wimbledon), cycle our bikes, skate around on our roller skates etc. Sometimes we'd throw balls against a wall and chant rhymes. We'd head out straight after breakfast and stay out all day, just coming home for food. If the weather was good, we'd head off to the swimming pool (by ourselves - no adults accompanied us). There was little or no supervision of us by adults. The older kids kept an eye on the younger ones and in turn the younger kids accepted the authority of the older kids. At various stages, there would be a competition of some kind - I seem to remember the older boys organising snooker, darts, Subbuteo leagues etc. Sometimes someone would get a really exciting toy like a kite or something and we'd all be dying for a go.
For some reason, I stopped hanging around with those kids when I got to around 9 or 10. The group dynamics changed. I think the older kids entered their teens and were too big for childish games and stopped hanging out. The group got a lot smaller. And I wasn't too crazy about the two girls who were closest to me in age - one of them was very mean and spiteful.
I made a new friend when I got to around 10 or 11. She had a lot of younger brothers and sisters. They weren't allowed to play out on the street, so we hung around her back garden a lot and played games with her younger siblings. She's still my best friend all these years later. Once or twice we camped out in her back garden with half the kids from her street. I remember her Mam cooking us all sausages for breakfast the next morning.
I was in the girl guides for a few years. They'd usually take a break for the summer, but they'd organize a few day trips here and there. And maybe a summer camp.
I also joined a summer project. They'd organize a programme of low cost activities and then you could put your name down for whatever took your fancy. It's all a bit vague now but I seem to remember doing basket weaving and taking lessons in the local swimming pool and day trips to Butlins or the beach or hikes in the mountains.
There were always fads - at different stages there were hoola hoops, the Rubik's cube, yoyos with Coke or Fanta on them. We'd pester our parents for the latest craze.
Moved on to secondary school and made a new group of friends. I was particularly close to one of them and she lived fairly near. We'd go to the local shopping centre and spend hours wandering around the shops - admiring clothes we couldn't afford to buy and flipping through records and posters. If we had money, we'd go to the local kebab place and order kebabs, chips and cokes. They played music videos so we felt very hip. A lot of the time we just walked around the streets, hoping to encounter some good looking blokes. By encounter I just mean walk past them 
. If they were particularly good looking (rare), we'd sigh and dream of having them for our boyfriends. It was all very innocent. Sometimes we'd go to the cinema.
We read a lot. We'd borrow books from the library. We also read a lot of magazines. Twinkle/Bunty/Mandy as kids (I'd swap with my sisters) and then Jackie/Blue Jeans/Patches/Just Seventeen as teens.
Just realized that I haven't mentioned my family at all. Or holidays. I've a big family and we weren't very well off. So we didn't go on a holiday every year. But some years we rented a caravan or a holiday home by the sea. Caravans were really exciting - beds that you could pull down from the wall! And once or twice we went to Butlins which was just magical. Who needs Disneyland when you have Butlins . It was so exciting having a funfair on our doorstep and knowing that every ride was free! There was also a swimming pool and a roller rink. And ice creams and sweets and occasionally chips and a burger. We took part in some of the competitions - there's a hilarious photo of my brother flexing his muscles (in his underpants) in the Tarzan competition.
My parents brought us on lots of day trips too. Sometimes just to play football in the park, sometimes to the beach or the zoo. We'd always pack a picnic and bring a bottle of club orange.
We had a TV but I don't remember watching TV much during the summer. I guess TV wasn't geared towards kids so much back then. And nobody wanted to stay indoors on those bright sunny days and evenings.
The summer holidays are long in Ireland - two months for primary school and three months for secondary school. I'm sure I was bored a lot of the time, in the days before smart phones and Netflix. But on the whole, I have very happy memories.