When I was young, we did not have the internet. The only net we had was for actual fishing, and not for phishing.  The only mobile phone, was the one with a cord long enough so that maybe you could talk around the corner, while all you siblings were purposely “NOT” listening.  A speed date, was one were her father took one look at you and said “No” and closed the door on your face.  Of course, once you got home, you were free to wander the woods, fields, and streams, and you internal clock told you when to get back for dinner.  Hanging out with friends, may indeed mean climbing and hanging from trees, swing sets, or any other thing worth playing on.  We did not go on “play dates” although we did play with playdough.  It wasn’t as bad as It may make it seem.  We did after all play rock, papers, and scissors.  I know because I still have the scars to prove it.