Me too. I just stuffed them in my pockets. Upgraded to an Altoids tin kit when I hit double digits, and started carrying an edc backpack in high school. One set of Grandparents had a farm that was bordered by a creek and a forest, and the other lived on the river way outside of town. We had the freedom to explore and the imagination to have a blast adventuring. I still remember the day when I was finally allowed to take the boat out own my own for the first time. Of course, I also remember the day I fell through the ice on that creek in the middle of winter. That was freedom baby! I never did solo over-nighters out of site of the back porch until my late twenties though.