It’s like summer begun yesterday and we had all just finished grade ten. The math exam was over and we ran home to plan our next two months of freedom. No one had jobs except the older boys, who we probably shouldn’t have been hanging out with anyway. Family vacations were almost passé and the most commitments any of us had were each other.
Then four years whiz past without reflection and you’re no longer teenagers. You are half way through your undergraduate degree and you’re living three provinces away from home with your boyfriend.