Growing up around fire stations and witnessing the relentless dedication of firefighters, Bradley was no ordinary child. His early exposure to the realities of bushfire threats infused him with a profound understanding and respect for fire's power. By the time he was 11, Bradley had absorbed the basics of fire training, albeit unofficially, making him surprisingly competent for his age.
That competence was put to the test one critical day when he was put in charge of defending his family's home while his parents battled the blaze on the front lines. With a strategy that would impress even seasoned firefighters, Bradley prepared his battleground: he filled wheelbarrows with water bombs—yes, the kind meant for children's play but repurposed for dousing any flames that might attack the roof. He filled every bath and bucket on the property and positioned them strategically. Around the swimming pool, buckets stood at the ready. Dressed in his fire-safe gear, Bradley was not just playing a part; he was leading the home defence, his grandmother by his side for supervision.
This experience was exhilarating for Bradley, he felt completely alive, hooked on the adrenaline and the sense of purpose that comes from protecting one's home against a powerful force. It was more than a child taking on an adult's responsibility—it was the awakening of a vocation.