About age four or maybe three. Down by the crick and in the woods all around us. Down in the gulf, and down the spine, of the mountains. Didn't know I was supposed to be afraid until The women told me.
By myself of course just down to the crick and around the house or as far as I though I could get away with. Didn't have a tent. Rake pine needles under a cedar or group of small trees and pull a coat over me.
Different times. By age 6 I was cutting firewood with an axe hauling water from the spring and well and walking to town by myself.
Nobody messed with me or anyone.