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How can a wooded lot not be kid friendly?

Having a wooded yard was the best part of my childhood. I'd wander in the trees, climb the smaller ones, learned that I bounced and didn't break, and did things that probably could have contributed to my mother's stroke. When my best friend moved in down the street, the adventures got like 10x better too.
 
You haven't had a full childhood until are concerned about a wild animal attacking you if you are outside after dark.