True story.
My dad and the guys from church used to go to Hartford Civic Center and Springfield Civic Center and eventually I got old enough to tag along (Also possible mom wanted me out of the house for the night). First time I ever smelled weed was in the rafters of Springfield Civic Center. My dad was a steady smoker when I was younger and the all the smoke from the civic center would works it way to the top. i didn't necessarily know it was weed at the time but I knew some people were definitely smoking something different than what my dad smoked.
Also true that I once tried to ride my bike to the Hartford Civic Center to see a wrestling show there. Dad was going to take me if I had been behaving well. Guess my parents and I had different definitions and perspectives of what consitutes behaving well so they said wrestling was out. I got on my bike and took the only route I knew which was the interstate. A while after I left my mom came outside asking all the neighborhood kids where I was and they said I told them I was riding my bike to the civic center. Dad didn't believe but mom knew me well. She picked me on the side of I-84 (Might have been I-86 back then) somewhere near where Bucklands Mall is nowadays. The early 80's were great. A kid somewhere around 10 years old could be on the interstate for a few miles riding with no helmet, no nothing in the breakdown lane and no police, no one pulled over, no nothing. My was equal parts pissed, freaked out and relieved. I got a giant slurpee from 7-11 on the way home. Neighborhood kids were amazed. Life was good before cell phones, internet, 5G and social media.