I remember scoring a stack of Playboys in someone's garbage. We kept that goldmine in a fort we built in the woods.
We had a friend being raised by a single mom. He pimped out his attic with Xmas lights, tv, radio, playboys. How did we get in? He cut a hole in his roof. Put hinges on it. Made sure the shingles were overlapped so rain couldn't get in. We climbed up his chimney and hung out. She didn't know shit.