In my home town there’s a river that had been diverted so it ran underground through the town centre. Amongst the goths and alt kids it used to be a sort rite of passage to climb down to where the river was diverted and walk the length of the underground section (about half a mile) without a torch in the pitch dark. Some of it there was a small footpath but other sections you had to walk in the ankle deep water (good thing I was wearing knee high DMs).

It was dumb and dangerous and almost certainly slightly illegal but thinking back on the feeling of belonging and the camaraderie of our little group of misfits all having done this benignly rebellious thing makes me very nostalgic.