"Back in my day time"....but my folks would shop my happy ass off to west Texas for a few weeks each summer to hang with the grandparents. I was up early, riding shotgun in the truck, opening gates, opening feed sacks in the back of a truck. A broom handle was all at once a sword, magical staff, and gun. We had less than ten GD channels on the TV and no central air. Pops had it even more. Raising and showing livestock, helping with carpentry stuff, etc.
Kids need shit to do. They need to feel important and part of something. We see that with young males across the world. Without guidance and direction, they join gangs, cults, religious and terrorist organizations. They need a purpose. Not "go do this or that"....but, hey man, get off that damn game, I need your help with something. A pointless trip to Home Depot can be a cathartic few hours if you make up some BS project that involves at least two people.
I have also passed down the timeless "go get me the left handed hammer" trick or ask the HD guy where the "board stretcher" is. Good times....