Many of the people she forged close friendships as a young adult didn't have the opportunity to know her as a kid. I recently stumbled upon a scrapbook she made in 2009. I've obviously seen it numerous times but it's been a while since I read it cover to cover.
Another one of Madison's scrapbook memories took place when Madison was 6 or 7ish: For whatever reason, I awoke about 5AM. Whelp, I'm not going back to sleep and on the way by Madison's room for coffee... she's not in her room. Her scrapbook memory noted the trauma we all felt back then. I got Angela up, said to check the inside the house and front yard; I'll search the back yard which included the pool. In short, the fan in our bedroom was on and Madison went out the front door... opposite side of the house. Locking herself out yelling "dadddddy, DADDDDDY" only netted a neighbor hearing her. They came over and knocked on our front door, no answer, so they took her inside their home. Madison knew our home number, they called, and we were reunited. Phew! Interesting Madison wrote that she was out front for hours: I know that exact feeling... just south of panic when it's dark and our cub isn't in the house, the backyard, the front yard... it felt like an eternity.
Despite the fact that Madison could swim, our pool had an alarm such that even if a tennis ball was dropped in, a loud siren went off with a remote speaker. The night after Madison was MIA, every exit door and window had magnetic switch alarms.
Even as a young lass, Madison was a very expressive writer, noting "... the copious amounts of pure nature is beautiful". Every year we'd river raft for two days at Kings River, then drop down to Pine Flats lake with our friends, a wide array of boats and water toys, and play for another week.
In theory you should be able to click on each picture of her scrapbook and Madison's world according to her.