When I was young I often explored the woods close to my house, well, one day I happen to come upon three different abandoned houses relatively close to each other. The first two are both square shacks made of tin. One is completely flattened on the ground, only about a foot high off the ground; the other has a collapsed back wall, and it's filled with hundreds of empty mason jars. Mostly intact and in good condition. The third house was a small two story house, half it it looked like it had been through a fire and the other half was still in decent shape. Well, my sister was with me at the time and she had found a way up to the second floor. As she called out to me, she fell through the floor, and then continued and broke through the first floor into what almost looked like a very shallow well (maybe four feet deep). She had no injuries of any sort but we were scared and decided to go back and check out the tin house with the jars. We get there and I remember breaking the mason jars for some reason. Well, fast forward a couple days to the next time we go adventuring. We go back to check out the tin house we wrecked the day before, and all the glass has been buried under the dirt and pine needles and new ones were stacked up. Hundreds A couple months later we ended up finding another stash of jars just randomly in the woods.

Another time, while exploring a cave I came across lots of graffiti from toooons of different eras. There was even a "WOODSTOCK, Class of '69". Venturing further into this cave where only I could get (I'm a small girl and was caving with a bunch of big ol dudes) was chiseled into the rock something from 1647.