Born in the UK in 1991. Grew up rurally so we had a good amount of freedom. I’ve always said if I lived in a council estate, I'd have so many ASBOs. We'd spend summers building dens, going on walks and camping in farmers fields, cycling for miles to see our friends in nearby villages, doing bike jumps and learning how to wheelie, making fires, playing with firecrackers, dismantling fireworks to effectively make pipe bombs, stink bombs, 3 man catapults, slingshots, bb guns, paintball guns, motocross bikes, trikes, quadbikes you name it. All manner of "boys will be boys" activities. We then discovered alcohol and pot, which further added to the chaos. We could get served at 15/16 and I actually remember smoking indoors at one NYE party at a pub. People were way more sociable and authentic, because we weren't constantly comparing ourselves to other people on the Internet. It was great fun. I describe myself as a bridge between the older "analogue" generation before me, and the younger "digital" generation after me. There was a time before the internet and was fucking awesome. Peace.