With the advent of summer just around the corner, I find myself thinking back to some of the unforgettable (and probably dangerous) stunts my friends and I used to pull as we were roaming the hills and forests of Pratt Road.

Did I say probably?

I can’t tell you the hours we spent camping, hiking, cooking over a fire, throwing frisbee, fishing, playing football or just hanging out. And compared to kids today, who seem to think there’s nothing worthwhile to do ... ever ... I can’t remember a time we lacked for something fun, exciting and – typically – quite imaginative to occupy ourselves with.

To put it simply, we were never bored and we always found some way to amuse ourselves, even if the end result was possibly (or probably, as I said) dangerous – or just plain stupid.

What can I say, we were teenagers (actually, most of the Pratt Road Gang were teenagers ... I was only 12), but there is one early summer evening that will remain forever etched upon our minds.

And considering I was the youngest member of our little gang, it’s no wonder I was often the, how shall I say, center of attention when it came to our more ridiculous (and often idiotic) behavior.

It’s a wonder I’m even alive to write this column, to be honest.