When I was a child back in the sixties I would stay out in the woods alone for days at a time. It was scary but not as scary as being at home with my psycho mother. Sometimes I would have a .22 rifle or a bow and arrows and I always had some strike anywhere matches. I lived off of fish and creek water mostly. I shot small game sometimes as well. When my mother started coming down to the pond looking for me, I started going further down into the river bottom to camp. It was really scary down there but she never came that far looking for me. I finally left home at 14 to get away from her.

We ran around and had fun. Too much info today to scare people

I played in active feldspar mines. I took the bus to NYC at 12 with a friend to walk around. We had a three day field trip to DC in the 8th grade and we were just let loose and told to be back at a certain place at a certain time. My friend and I accidentally took the subway into the ghetto and saw some crazy stuff before we decided it was probably best to just find some of the least boring museums.