Being Canadian has special meaning to me; I'm a first Generation Canadian. My family is from England who were scattered in the everafter of WW2. On my mom's side 4 Sisters (my grandmother being one of them) decided it was time to leave England and start over in another country. One sister went and took her children to Australia (waves Great Aunti Vy!) the other sister took her children to New Zealand (waves Great Aunti Barb), and two sisters packed up their children and brought them to Canada (sending heaven's blessings to Great Aunti Joan and to Nanny Irene).
My dad's side, similar story - the factories shut down in England and it was better (at the time) to start over and my dad's mum packed her children up and sailed off to Canada too.
My parents were brought to Canada to have a better life, have opportunities, and struggle as people do - but with a million more privileges than a good dose of those living on this big blue rock.
I got to be born in Canada. Early (I showed up a month early) in the Women's Hospital in Toronto. In the 70's.
It's pretty spectacular to think of the macro and focus on the micro of what it means to be Canadian. Of all the things I get to do, think, say, feel, experience, have, lose and try because I was born; here.
So this is about as soapboxy as I get, and with that;
