When I was maybe eight my good buddy convinced the tennagers to let us hang out with them
They had a hang out area out in the woods. You had to climb under a fence while one of the strong kids lifted the bottom of the fence up. On the other side was a “river” you could cross with a swing rope someone had attached to the tree above. (it looked like a massive river as a kid. But after having gone back as an adult you could easily hop over without much notice)
Anyway, we ended up going back there pretty regularly just as a way to get away from where the adults could find us. We ended up finding this massive stash of magazines one of the older kids had at the spot
I was too young at the time to be interested but my buddy ended up stealing a couple so we could look at them with our other friends