Most of my growing up years were at 641 SW 124th Street. We had an acre of land and the only part that was developed when I was growing up was the first probably 1/4 to 1/3 of the property. In some ways, though, that made it a very interesting place to grow up. After all, we could go on all sorts of adventures. We could go on a wild game hunt (I was quite the tomboy and loved to capture snakes), or go pick berries (we had wild blackberries and huckleberries). We had a second driveway that was a hill that made riding our bicycle a very fun thing to do. Daddy had built us a teeter todder and that was really fun too.
I liked being able to go off by myself, though, and sit on the "stump". It was a huge old dead stump. I would take a book and just sit out there (probably half an acre from the house) on that stump and enjoy the solitude. It was almost as good as having our own treehouse!