When I was ten, Roald Dahl's riveting, non-fiction work, The Mildenhall Treasure, propelled me into my own backyard with a shovel. I knew I wouldn't find Anglo-Saxon treasure, but I was certain I would find something. I spent an entire day out there toiling. My energy never flagged! My enthusiasm never waned!
Alas, my mother stopped me when she looked out the window over the kitchen sink and saw what looked like, as she would later describe in retellings, "a small, horribly desecrated, pet cemetery."
Local FYI: Not permitted in Forsyth County Parks: metal detectors.