Childhoods vary, and some are awful, but you always learn things! What about your childhood made you strong? Did your parents teach you valuable skills? Did you pick up things from peers? Observe things? Tell us below!
Childhoods vary, and some are awful, but you always learn things! What about your childhood made you strong? Did your parents teach you valuable skills? Did you pick up things from peers? Observe things? Tell us below!
I thought Edmonton was my home. All my conscious life I was in Edmonton. (I’d actually moved there from Germany at the age of 18 months but of course have no memory of this.)
Then in 1975 I had all that torn away. The tender roots I’d been forming, ripped out of me. I spent the next decade or so of my life bouncing around both inside and outside of Canada.
I have no hometown now. Nowhere that I can return to. My family is scattered across three continents and I hardly ever see any of them.
That’s the bad side.
The good side is that I’m very independent. Kidnap me and drop me off blind-folded anywhere in the world and I’ll make a place for myself.
Now that’s a true strength!