I grew up on a 3 acre piece of property that my dad still lives on. It was surrounded by a farmers field and pasture that had a creek running through it. Sometime in the 40's or 50's they blasted through the bedrock to make the creek larger. About 15 feet wide and 8 feet plus deep. Spent many a day playing around and in that. If I went to my buddies house a mile away it was more fun because he had neighbors our age. If we walked across the street to visit his great Aunt as soon as we walked in the front door of the house we were in Ohio as the porch was in Michigan. That was surrounded by woods with bike trails.