Me and the other kids in my complex would wander the woods behind our apartments and one time we found a magical wall of cars and old schoolbuses. We climbed it and loitered a bit in the junkyard on the other side. I think we went there twice or maybe three times. We eventually got caught and our parents had to pay for property damage to some moldering cars we had definitely damaged. I think I got grounded for like a month for that one.

EDIT: I'm pretty sure I still have a half destroyed copy of the 1973 Guinness World Record that I found in a glove box on the first trip in my garage or something. Got you motherfuckers.