Tag: Coming of Age

I was 6 years old when I first tried to Hitchhike

.Reading time 6 minutes.

(Memoir Excerpt #8) I was six years old when I first tried to hitchhike out of my suburban neighborhood. We lived on a quiet upper-middle class street in Toronto, Canada. Our house backed onto a golf club. I wasn’t allowed to play in the backyard because my mom claimed she had sometimes found golf balls back there, […]

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The Beat Of My Heart

.Reading time 8 minutes.

(Memoir Excerpt #7) Between eating apples, we worked nonstop from 7a.m. to 4:30p.m. That’s when the man came around to collect the tags from our filled-up crates, and pay us our hard earned cash. Our bodies were completely exhausted, but giddy with excitement at the idea of going to the grocery store and cooking a big […]

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