When I was a kid, to say I grew up outside was an understatement.
We played sandlot football and baseball all day. When we weren't playing neighborhood team sports, we we collecting baseball cards, throwing rocks at each other, bashing each other's brains with homeade weaponry, setting off found fireworks, smash 'em up Big Wheels, making tree houses down by the river, looking at ripped up porn mags in burnt down houses, spying on teens making out, running through other people's yards, sneaking in their garages, riding our bikes off homemade ramps. Basically breaking our heads. Except we didn't. We learned how the world WAS. We learned how to survive. How to contract ringworm and control the local cat population.
One thing we used to love to do was invent cool kid gadgets like tennis ball bolas, or wooden tanks based on Big Wheels. If there was a logistics problem we'd come up with kid ruffian solutions.
So when I'm out fishing these days on some rivers, I think fondly back on those dreams we had of hang gliders and ultra light homemade areoplanes w/ rotten egg baskets. Why can't science come up with something better than my own feet for wading when a boat just won't fit or is too spooky?