Bein in my 50's i would love too but my younger sister ,that lives there, says NO WAY!!! go figger. I have however gone back to my old neighborhood and swung a few places i remeber as a child.I recall two o' my freinds stealin a coffee can full o' coins and buryin them in the woods, silver then,but no luck findin it ..yet.
I also remeber an old collapsed farmhouse, in fact, all that was left was a pile o' slate from the roof. As kids, we called it the "slate pile" and caught many o' milk and ring neck snakes there. There was also a stone spring house there we played in. I went back there and found absolutely no trace of either.Will go agin tho.
Here's a real neat childhood story. When i was 8 or 9 I had a paper route, remember them? Anywho it was a morning paper route, yes, there was a paper two times a day back then.I would allways carry my pellet gun and shoot rabbits out o' neighbors gardens and cook 'em up. oops, gittin off subject....anywho, before the route was mine, my best buddy had it and when we would go out on thursday nights and collect, we had to walk past a small patch o' woods. Everytime we walked by there he would toss a quarter into the woods, they were all silver then.
I went back to that area and the folks in that hood now ...well...think they own everything and it jist wasn't worth the hassle to try and git in there to swing a coil.
MMmmm, thinkin back now, there were a few old "depressions" in the woods we hunted snakes in that i bet were once old colonial home sites.
Wow, great subject line. Really got me thinkin back....i'm off to my childhood stompin grounds this weekend. Thanx for the idea.