The time is right to delve back into my distant past, when I lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba. I haven’t thought about my life there in years…
Ahh! I didn’t know you were from Winnipeg! That’s my hometown I’m sorry not all of your experiences were the best here, but I hope you most of your memories are fond. I’m going to be moving to Las Vegas to be with my husband, but right now I live in my parent’s basement in Wolseley, and it is FREEZING. What part of town are you from, and how long did you live here, if you don’t mind my asking?
Wow… it seems the right time to go down memory lane. I can relate to that practice every now and then, it gives perspective, a sense of being part of life as a whole as we know it, and fuel to forward. The strip was great in that way… you balanced the experiences in as few vignettes as available… like the perfect meal? I don’t know… it got me philosophical LOL! – also… there’s that beard! LOL!!!
Great job… very very artistic!
hi Sarah – I was born in Winnipeg and spent the first 7 years of my life there, before we moved to the US. I don’t remember the area of town I lived in, but I lived on Delhousey Lane (??) right across from a school (high school, maybe?) and John Bruce Road. Wish I knew more… maybe that’ll help?
Ahh, you lived right around where my grandpa used to live Very neat ^_^ I love your comic and I’m usually pretty shy about commenting, but I couldn’t resist mentioning the connection.
Kids can be so cruel. But kids are also resilient as well so they can bounce back form such abuse. I had a speech impedament as a child so that was fun. It partially shped me into who I am….now whether that is a good thing or not…….
Wow Krishna – I didn’t grow up very far away from you (outside Grand Forks, ND)! On those nice -30 days did you ever throw a cup of hot water into the air and watch it ‘vaporize’? Pretty much the only enjoyable thing about being that cold!
Manitoba is easily the most bland of all of the Canadian provinces.
Very cool, Sarah! *Virtual high five!* Robert, I never tried that, but I do remember the feeling of not having a central heater in the car. Dad had an external heater that was powered by the car’s battery. It took a long time for that thing to warm up… (Don’t miss the cold one bit!)
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