Born 1969, checking in.
Construction areas were my playgrounds.
Pretending I was a soldier dodging enemy fire in the foxholes. Using dried mudballs made the previous day as grenades.
Anything I thought I could climb, I would climb. Trees. Walls. The sides of small buildings that had decorative rock faces.
Leaving at sunrise on a Saturday morning to explore, and not returning until sunset. Tired, sore and happy.
Were you ever able to star up and get going a large construction vehicle? I was. It was one one those hinged things and I had to jump off when it got going.
Last I saw of it, it was going around in a circle!