My dad belonged to the gun club in school.
I used to walk a mile to town by myself when I was 7 years old.
Me and my buddies rode in the back of a pickup truck 40 miles both ways, mostly on the expressway.
Jarts!
I remember sneaking out of the house one late spring morning around 7am - I was 8 years old - and walking all over the neighborhood stealing spring flowers for my mother. Totally by myself I must have wandered for a mile. No one on the road, no one awake - sublime! Nothing like happy childhood memories.