My two buddies and I would bring beer to the football bleachers on weekend nights while evading school security. We’d sit at the top row and have “poignant philosophical discussions”, such as who was the best rock drummer of all time. At the age of 18, such discussions qualified as poignant and philosophical. LOL
We had “the rockpile” that our marching band practiced on when we couldn’t get the actual football field that the football team always seemed to find access to (in favor of us). I was basically a dirt field that the soccer team also practiced on. And yes, there was a little park right next to it with swings, a slide, etc.
Maybe Hobbes broke out and went on a bender with Tigger. Tiger milk hangover perhaps?