What was the most radical thing you did as a teenager?
I was 17 and freshly strung out by Bursary exams - that's year 13, youthful readers - when I left home to live in Italy.
I had no grasp of the language, no concrete ideas as to what I would actually do there, and to top it all off I was shy as hell. But I'd re-watched Stealing Beauty one thousand times, and I wanted in.
Things turned out OK. A few months later I'd discovered the thrifty art of washing clothes in the bath, could order hangover medicine in the local language, and spent - from memory - inordinate amounts of time whizzing about on the back of motorbikes with boys I barely knew.
Without a shadow of a doubt, it remains one of the best, loneliest, scariest, most exhilarating things I've ever done.