Luxury. We used to hafta get 'out the lake, 3 am, clean the lake, eat a handful 'o hot gravel, work 20 hours a day at mill, for a penny a month, and dad would beat us about the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky.
Alongside the marbles don't forget the ball bearings. When I think about it was bloody dangerous as the usual source was breaking open aerosol cans which back thence all seemed to have them inside.