starman, I can really see what you're talking about. (Or I'm just pretty well-convinced I can) I, myself, didn't grow up with any of that. (Yeah, this is a bit of a rant/brief autobiographical tangent. There's also a tl/dr version below.) Well, aside from tag, but it was usually dummied so that no one could go beyond the boundaries coul-de-sac, which made for a damn tame game of hide-and-seek-tag. My family, they were pretty damn 21st century, the way they brought me up. As in I wasn't really allowed to visit other guy's houses until I started driving recently. Usually, to keep me from, I dunno, actually wandering around and facing such dangers as dirt clods or knuckles, they would put me in front of some sort of screen, assume whatever I'm up to wasn't violent or sexy, and call it a day.
I will give them swank parenting cred for making it clear that education's high up there on the tower of things to give a damn about, but I didn't necessarily learn too many values from them. To be frank, a lot of what I learned (or thought I learned) about actual people and how to interact with them when I was a pup was from reading random 80s nostalgia blogs, Webcomics, and forums about Star Wars. It would be near-redundant to add that I didn't come well-prepared to go face-to-face with other kids at school. I basically had no common interests or experiences to share and my attempts at verbal communication with them were essentially random-access-humour, rants about movies they'd never heard of, or most appealing of all, sketchy-ass, improvised, Star Wars fan-fiction. (Thinking back, I can't believe that my peers didn't go much further than not talking to me and occasionally calling me a 'gay dork'. I remember myself-from-then pretty clearly, and man would I not want to hang with that dude for more than a few minutes.)
The sheltering, unchallenged way I got brought up really put a damper on my social-skills and sense of reality for a good 12 years or so. Even nowadays, though I'd (like to) say I'm a pretty normal, down-to-earth cat, I still come across moments where I find myself well out of Earth's atmosphere. I'd honestly say that even in the last year, I've had to learn myself a fair share of 'real person knowledge', sometimes even on the forum, odd enough. I still have some ways to go, in terms of being a more independent person. I'm even getting threatened with not getting to live at college next year, unless I start acting more adult-like this final year of high school. Overall, I'm just glad to be blessed with a malleable mind that can be melded into a more effective one; where'd we people be if we didn't have one? (I hope I didn't come across as someone complaining about being called a dork at school or anything; this thread and what's it about really got me in a reflective mood.)
tl;dr- My family forego-ed the old-school to raise me in a sheltered fashion. It meant I didn't learn good communication/interaction skills until much later, and ended up an Awkward Andy. The old school way has some damn fine points and lots of them, as lonestar eloquently ranted.