When I was growing up, my brother and I would go down to the end of street and play in a small strip of woods between our house and the road to the west. We had the Rock Fort and the Hay Fort (really pine needles). Here, we're perched on the Rock Fort - a pile of rocks that formed several natural cubbies and "rooms," and offered excellent protection from attacking Indians (very un-PC, but it was the late 1960s).
We also walked around Buffalo Park, also near my house, and saw several small lizards sunning themselves - the kids got a huge kick out of that.
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