Lynn's Comments: I remember being about three years old and riding my tricycle down 5th Street in North Vancouver. The wheels squeaked so loudly that one of our neighbours came out and oiled them for me. Funny the things you remember!
Lynn's Comments: When my son was in high school, he had left a pair of shoes in the front hall—again. As I bent down to pick them up, I noticed how big they were. I remembered how tiny his shoes had been just a short while ago. I realized he and his feet were now the size of an adult and it wouldn't be long before I would be wishing his shoes were still in the hallway.
Lynn's Comments: A friend who used a wheelchair surprised me when she told me all of the things she had accomplished that summer; I hadn't done half of the things she had done! She told me that one of her favourite songs was: "Anything you can do, I can do better."
Lynn's Comments: I once thought of making a stick-on sign that said, "Baby, I'm bored."
Lynn's Comments: This story is an embarrassing piece of personal history. I was in junior high school when they decided to raise the bus fares. One of the students was a real activist and she organized a rally to protest.
Lynn's Comments: Filled with righteous indignation and thrilled with the excitement of getting involved, I happily joined the protest.
Lynn's Comments: I was given a placard, which read, "Boycott BC Hydro"” This was the company that governed the Vancouver transit lines at the time. I had read nothing about the reasons behind the bus fare hike and had no idea what "boycott" meant.
Lynn's Comments: We all marched down the main streets of Vancouver, lead by our righteous leader—screaming for justice.
Lynn's Comments: Here's irony for you: we all lived in North Vancouver and had to take the bus into the city in order to protest the bus fare hike.
Lynn's Comments: Our enraged and noisy parade made it to the BC Hydro building where we demanded to see the Minister of Transportation. We were told that he was not in the building and that we should make our concerns known in writing. We were too excited and energized to be reasoned with. This was exciting!
Lynn's Comments: As we protested and blocked a city street, we wondered if we'd get our photos in the paper and be interviewed. Meanwhile, my parents, sitting at home, thought I was hanging out with friends after school. They had no idea what I was really doing.
Lynn's Comments: When I was about three years old, my aunt had given me a pair of very frilly under pants. The entire backside was ruffled, and I was thrilled with them. So much so that I went around the neighbourhood lifting my skirt to show them off. I didn't understand why my dad was so upset or why he made me come home and put on a pair of overalls.
Lynn's Comments: The authorities were called. We were surrounded by cameras and police.
Lynn's Comments: As we protested, our parents were watching the evening news at home and saw the live coverage of a student protest at the Vancouver Hydro building.
Lynn's Comments: In the middle of the crowd of protesters my dad saw me holding my placard and shouting for justice.
Lynn's Comments: My dad jumped in the car and drove as fast as he could into the city.
Lynn's Comments: Dad found my friends and me in the crowd and demanded we get into the car.