We used to walk a LOT.
The school we both attended rested all the way atop the hill on Trapelo Road, and the closest thing to it was a Papa Gino’s about a mile or so down the road.
I hate Papa Gino’s.
The old Wal-Lex roller skating rink was 3 or 4 miles away, so everyone who was fortunate enough to have a reliable mode of transportation had their parent’s take them there. Some kids would go to the water park about a ten minute drive away, some would go play pickle on in a neighborhood that was too far for us to walk, and some had parents who would even drive them all the way across town to the movie theater.