I was no scout like you hingehead. I preferred straight lines, like the railroad tracks. My brothers never should have taken me berry and rhubarb picking. I always looked longingly up the tracks, and when I was sure no one was looking, would make off up them. It was delightfully frightening, all those tall trees and dense undergrowth that could have held anything. The Glimmer Glass crossing, about 1/2 a mile up, always stopped me going North, as I was more pretrified of crossing that little bit of water and seeing it under the railroad ties, than I was of whatever "bad things" I may have been warned about. Why, I never saw one man offering me candy to get into his car out there on those tracks.
When I was older, around 7, I remember going to some boat show at the convention center in Asbury Park. My parents had some boats showing there. Since I hated boats, and the place was full of them, I was excited when I came across an unlocked door, just sitting there with no one watching it. I wandered around the inner workings on the building, practicing all my secret spy stuff. The only people I came across were some group that was being shown some travelogue in a dark room. I snuck in, sat in the back, got bored, snuck out.
About that time, I went to NYC with my parents, because they had to see their lawyer, or some boring thing. While waiting in the reception area, I asked to use the rest room, which was out in the hall. My mother was so dumb, she said "Just don't go on those elevators." Uh.....sure. That time I got panicey because I forgot to look to see what floor we had been on, and after getting on an off a dozen times on different floors, had no idea which one was mine. I was just afraid of being yelled at for getting on the elevator.