I have a lost arrow story: I made some very small cedars for my son Danny when he was 6 years old (he's 19 now) fast forward to when he was 12....we were across the road from the cabin grouse hunting together, about 1/2 mile from the cabin....and we found one of his arrows. He said he used to cross the road while shooting his bow, but had no idea he ahad come that far...it scared the hell out of me to know my son had wandered that far into the bush. He shot those arrows for awhile, so he may have been as old as 9 or 10 when he lost it, but jeeez. I had shivers.