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Pathetic. My sister and I used to explore around the whole city when we were that age. We'd walk streets and roads, explore parks and trails, visit malls across town, get into mischief like sneaking into people's backyards, exploring abandoned properties, and building forts in the woods. Some of my strongest memories are of the adventures we went on.
You know what the worst thing that happened to us was? The occasional scrape or bruise from falls when climbing on shit. We both remembered all the phone numbers we needed to know and my sister, being a bit older than me, was very streetwise and knew the layout of the city like the back of her hand. We did our own purchasing, bought our own food, tended our own wounds, and so on.
My sister grew up into one of the smartest and most independent people I've ever met.