I grew up where a nike missile base was built on federal prison land. When I was 10, the base was shut down and the prison took over the buildings, for administrative use. Different agencies occasionally showed up for various kinds of training.

Nights and weekend it was all empty except for the occasional patrol truck. That left lots of time for nosing around & sometimes finding cool stuff. Dodging Deputy Dawg was a bonus round (Except for that one time with dogs. Where did they freaking get dogs?).

Another bonus was the occasional home visit by an FBI agent (only ever one). I think they spooked me more than police detectives ever did, even tho the agents were probably just tapping my shoulder.

Note: Here, "It was a different time" meant I didn't get life-changing punishments/black-marks for my age-impaired ambitions.