Just remembered something...
On the way to the airport going to Tunisia last month I met a kid on the train who had just been inducted into a 'secret' troop of the American Scouts. He was an army kid and although he'd always been in built up areas or on base, he was heavily into the wilderness but had never had much opertunity to be 'under canvas'.
As part of the 'rite', he was told that he could, if he wanted to, spend a night alone in the woods. It wasn't compulsory, but he was encouraged to do it.
He decided that he would and so was told that he could take a poncho, a knife, a hank of twine and that was it.
He wandered off into the woods at dusk and found a place to set up his shelter, gathered ferns for a bed and settled down. As night fell he started to get a bit bervous as the sounds around him stilled and his sight began to fade. For a while all appeared silent, no breath of wind in the trees, no bird song, nothing... Then the night sounds began - little rustlings in the undergrowth, the occasional squeak of a rodent, the scream of an owl - he really started to panic as he'd never heard such a frightening array of sounds straight from his nightmares!
He was on the verge of a panic attack but decided he'd show them and would sit it out.
Steeling his nerves, he tried to calm his breathing and try to identify what each sound was, only for a moon beam to break through just as an owl glided across the clearing and set his heart in his mouth!
Gritting his teeth he resolved to sweat it out. He was no child anymore, he was a scout!
He managed to calm himself down again and realised that his sight had improved a bit, and by the feint moonlight, he could see reasonably well. He spent the next few hours watching a fox sniffing around the clearing, a family of badgers rootling around, the owl settle on a stump to eat a vole, another vole or mouse delicately eating blackberries.
He fell asleep in a new found sense of wander and had to be woken up by the scout leader as he'd slept through breakfast.
He ended up spending every night in the woods and was the only lad that did that rite out of the 12 kids inducted.
He now has no fear of the night and all its 'terrifying sounds'. Instead he loves the night and playing guessing games trying to identify each sound and vague shadow moving through the woods.
He's resolved to go to university and study woodland management or something similar so that he can turn his new found pleasure into a career.
The point of this rambling post? A city bred kid used the lights and noise of a forces base, jets, and lorries faced his fear, grew up overnight and came to love the mysteries of being out in the dark amongst nature.