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I don't have many exploration stories that I remember too well, but one I do remember is the one that happened back in the Summer of '79.
My friends and I all had pellet guns and we'd ride our bikes around town looking for stuff to shoot, or just to explore.
There were some defunct railroad tracks near the neighborhood that had old warehouses next to them.
We got the bright idea one day to break in and explore them. They didn't have any doors on the loading docks, so we didn't really "break" in.
Two of the warehouses were empty, but the third had a few crates of cheap little toys in them, like you'd find in fairs and carnivals.
After rooting around for a while, we decided to set some up and use them for target practice. This lasted for a bit until we got bored, so we looked for other targets.
Naturally, we started shooting what windows were left, and then we went for the fluorescent lights.
We had just started having a good time shooting the lights when some guy came in and started yelling at us.
We ran like scalded cats.
We never did figure out if he was a watchman or not.
After we regrouped at one of our houses, we agreed it was a grand time.
In retrospect, it was pretty tame, but at the time, .... good times.
Fin.
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