in bohuslän it's called to "maja"

When I was a kid a rite of passage was the adult-free picnic. It consisted of a drink and some crackers, and a walk around the corner to the first available bit of grass that was not someone's back yard.

Since I grew up in a safe decade, and a very safe neighborhood, I was probably around 4 or 5 when this happened.

The crackers were kept in some container I don't remember, and the drink in a plastic bottle that previously had held golden syrup. I still use the same kind. (Thanks IKEA.)