as a Boomer kid, I lived summertime as this unending time of complete freedom to do as I pleasd.
However, as I got into my early teens, I always wanted to accompany my Uncle Stosh on his treks into the NM/Utah and Az desrts doing his prospecting. He made a lot of money being a free lancer and purchaser of old claims and re developing them. (Mostly hed develop a lot of re from the ol mines dump piles)
My mom would orry the entire month Id be gone and STosh would always make me write her to "keep yer mom quiet" (Stosh was my dad' brother).
I ate rattlesnake, drank Rainier Beers and wed live like Apaches. I learned more about survival skills (actually they were "Thrival" skills).
I miss my summer ventures with Uncle Stosh.