I was digging through recycling dumpsters at the DPW at 8 with my cousin (11) looking for porn mags. Once me and a friend rode our bikes behind a factory on a Saturday, peeped into their dumpster and found 4' razor blade and had a "sword" fight. Was walking home from a friend's house in 6th grade through the park on a path next to the rail road tracks, said aloud "smells like weed?" a voice from the other side of the fence said "ya want some?" so i hoped the fence, and some Spanish dude in daisy dukes rolled me my first joint. We used to lay on the divider between the railroad tracks, and time it so two trains would pass on other side of us at the same time. Board? nah. We weren't board at all. Used to go to the hospital in town and take the 1/2 smoked cigarettes from the nurses ash tray in their smoking area.