When I was little, my grand dad used to put my alarm clock really early (4a.m.), made sure I had a small swiss army knife with me (dull one, of course), covered head and long pants.
Then we'd go mushroom picking.
Yes, getting up early was not the best part, but seeing the forrest, smelling the leaves and just being with the most important man in my kid life, meant so much to me!
If we were really lucky, we'd also get some wild strawberries which are so much more delicious than regular strawberries...
Ahhh, the childhood memories...