What She Said

When I was in grade one, my family moved from the home we had rented for the previous five years to a tent on a piece of land my parents bought and on which my dad was building a house.

In the summers when I was a kid, my mum would drive me and my brother to Tsawwassen Ferry Terminal where one or both of my grandparents would meet us –when we were older they would meet us on the other side, in Sturdies Bay– and she would leave us in their care for a couple of weeks.