Well, I was a total Tomboy when I was growing up. Hung out with my big brother, built forts and treehouses. I would have definitely explored the burned out home. It would have been drawing me to it. When I look back at my childhood I realize that I was a prime target for a child predator. No fear at all. Walked many times along the railroad track to get to a store down the road. Played in the woods and swamp. We didn't worry about predators back then, until my mother saw a man staring into my bedroom window, down at me sleeping right under the window. Then my cousin was kidnapped right out of her bed, by a man who cut the screen and took her. My uncle heard her scream and chased the man down a railroad track, the man eventually dropped her and kept running. She was seven at the time. These are the only two events I can remember that really scared my parents and me.