I went to a local shopping mall today and came face-to-face with a reminder of my childhood in northern Saskatchewan. The parking lot was covered with a series of snow ridges created by the snow plows that cleaned Yonge Street. Although the ridges seemed as tall as the ones I remembered, they were lacking one feature: armies of youngsters reliving battles we hadn't even heard about yet.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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