This year we went to a woodlot and cut our own tree. It’s the first time that I’ve gone into the woods to cut a tree since being a teenager in Barrington many, many years ago. I recall being in Grade 6 and being allowed, with a small group of rowdies, to tromp off into the forest behind the Elementary school to cut the school tree. It was usually a half day affair. Unsupervised. Imagine that happening these days. Someone would bring a cigarette or two and we would have a smoke.