Between 10 ans 11,I formed the first club of many that would follow through life. There were three members. My brother Norman, one other and myself. The name of the club was called (T.N.R.) "The Night Raiders". We would rob cucumber gardens. This was the "in thing" back then and most gardens were hit by these vandals. There was a fair amount of damage being done to gardens to the point that the priest gave a sermon on this terrible thing. No shit, it was a problem as older boys "and girls" would go out on an evening of fun and tare up a garden. However, I never considered my club as part of this problem because even at this young age I had a rule that no damage to the garden was to be made. Just take the cukes. Oh! I never went out on the raid. It was my responsibility to sit in my office (club house) and wait for the rewards.
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