Well, lets see. Fireworks are illegal, scrapes and cuts can be misinterpreted as child abuse, can't find cap guns to save your life. When we lived in the desert, my son and his friends would pack food and spend the day at the Mojave River. By the time he got home, he'd be exhausted. At least they got to see the beavers come back and build dams.
Everything is cemented down here, and the cops are everywhere. Oh yeah, the old goat across the street is a police informant. Fun!! At least she's been on vacation and didn't hear the boy lighting off M-80's on the patio the other night. Scared the crap out of me...
My boy is 15 and is learning how to play electric guitar. His best friend is getting his drumset out of storage and setting it up on our patio. They're starting a band. Pass the earplugs! Hey it beats watching tv :)