It was a very long time ago. I was with a group of friends. We had driven to another community that none of us was familiar with so that we could meet with another group of people. We gathered with one group after another after another. Before long, there must have been 50 or 60, maybe even 70 of us, all congregated at this gravel pit. We knew we weren’t supposed to be there. It was just a matter of time before the police arrived to send us on our way.