I remember when I was a child I used to go cycling with my cousin. We knew all the streets in our town and we gave imaginary names to places we often visited. For example, there were a lot of stairs leading down to a park but you could also go cycle down the stairs because there was a smooth surface on their sides. We called this place roller coaster. Another area was full of small streets, we called it the lower hiding area. In other cases, if it was going to rain, we just went to the rain shelter, which was a wide tunnel under a block of flats.
The town was built on the side of a mountain and we also explored the higher regions on the mountainside. That place was called the upper hiding area. When we went there, we always enjoyed the momentum of the hill that gave you adrenaline rush while you were rolling down at high speed. I remember a moment when we were doing it and I was just screaming and screaming. Some pedestrians looked at us in shock but I did not care. We were free, we had a lot of free time, we had fun.