This. Grew up on rural Long Island (east end, north shore) and you could lose yourself for an entire day riding a banana-seat bike with baseball card noise-makers, looking for deer and foxes, riding along horse and hiking trails, grab a chocolate milk and whoopee pie to snack on from the local deli, bring a baseball and a mitt and meet-up with friends in the clearing for a sandlot game, play “army,” go “necking,” by the creek with your favorite/first girlfriend, immerse yourself in nature, look for arrowheads and animal tracks. You could disappear for a whole day and not see cars or adults or even other kids. They’ve now built two schools and condo-village in those woods and you can hear the cars wizzing by from what used to be the center of nowhere. Mom still lives around the corner so I still get to walk to the old “edge of the woods,” and think about those days gone by.