I've only had one encounter with barbed wire. As a teen growing up in Akron, OH, we used to regularly sneak into concerts at Blossom Music Center. The place was surrounded by forest, and it was a simple matter of being willing to crawl through a ravine, select an opening into the venue, and quickly mingle into the crowd. Then one year they decided to erect a barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter. Determined not to be denied an opportunity to see Sha Na Na, we attempted to scale the fence. My buddies cleared it and dashed in, but I got hung up in the barbed wire at the top of the fence. As the cops rushed towards me, I leapt down to the ground, ripping a huge gash across my inner arm. Adding insult to injury, the cops maced me before recognizing the extent of my injury. Not sure what was worse, getting maced or seeing my parents faces when they picked me up at the Emergency Room after getting stitched up.
Don't fence me out!