If you’re wondering where I got my love for wandering in the forest near our home, you need only look as far as my son. (And then follow his blog too!)
In 2004, when I was six years old, my family and I moved From America to Toronto. I was leaving behind the forests of rural Missouri.
Days of catching crawdads in the creek (pronounced crick, in the Ozarks drawl) and smelling woodsmoke on starlit summer nights had suddenly disappeared, replaced by a decidedly concrete, urban environment that didn’t really have a precedent in my life at the time. City life was incredibly new to me – Before we crossed the border into Toronto, I thought about what it would be like.
Here are some of the notions I had in my head:
- Polar bears just walking through the streets – because it’s Canada, and it’s cold, right?
- The only buildings we’d be seeing would be igloos – because it’s Canada, and it’s cold, right?
- Subway trains had entire ‘Undercities’ in the tunnels, and people would live in them.
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