I grew up 2 miles and +300 ft outside of a small city in the 1960s. My near family has 6 acres. There was hundreds of undeveloped land that ended in a state par

I grew up 2 miles and +300 ft outside of a small city in the 1960s. My near family has 6 acres. There was hundreds of undeveloped land that ended in a state park on one side and a New England dairy farm on the other. My parents rarely drove us around; it was bike or walk. I wonder what we lost when children stopped hanging out on dairy farms, hiking to an abandoned quarry, hill-topping, sitting in a tree house 30 feet up in a big old pine, discovering edible fruit in abandoned orchards, skinny dipping in a local reservoir, blueberry picking, and sneaking smokes under the powerlines. There were many things that were not good about growing up at the time, biases, and actions that I grew out of, even if my peers did not, but I do miss the woods.