Lynn's Comments: Living in North Vancouver meant putting up with wet and cloudy weather. As soon as a sunny day arrived, Mom would shove us outside and leave us there. Sometimes we found amazing things to do and didn't want to go back inside until the sun went down. And, sometimes we felt as though we had been banished forever. If I send myself back in time and imagine that I'm six years old sitting on our front porch waiting to be allowed back in, I feel--hungry. In order to keep us out of her hair, maybe Mom should have fed us first.
