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During summer break as a child, I can’t remember too much. I know we went to day camps and I hated it. I’m going to refer to Kara’s...

Nothing and everything. Played outside until the street lights came on. There was a park across the road that backed on to the forest. We...

See my neighbourhood from question 5. Rode bikes; played dress up; climbed trees; directed the neighbourhood kids in plays or musicals...

My sister and I hated going to camp, so after a while that no longer became an option. We were certainly not allowed to lounge about the...

My mom was a school bus driver so she would sign up to do summer camps and other summer bookings. We were allowed to go with her. One...

I’ll let you know when I’m done writing these answers. Ha ha! Kidding, not kidding. I’m sorry. Self care is important, but I just don’t...

After a bad day to be perfectly honest I probably drink too much wine. I don’t know if that’s really taking care of myself but its...

I tell my husband I had a bad day and ask for a hug. I take a shower, as hot as I can stand. The water washes away the pain, frustration,...

Lots of sleep, comfort food like curry or pasta, chocolate, red wine, a bath, yoga, and maybe a good cry.

I cry. A lot. And then I cry more and let every last tear come out of me. I try telling my husband, but it usually comes out of me not...

I’m not the best at looking after myself when I’m having a bad day, but I also know it’s important to do so. If I ignore it, as I’m prone...

The impact books have on our lives is not limited to the words written between the covers. Some books inspire new thoughts and send us to...

The neighbourhood I grew up in was pretty awesome. I was an only child and there were lots of kids who lived on my street. I feel very...

I grew up through my adolescent and teenage years in the most incredible neighbourhood. It had beautiful tree lined streets and cement...

My childhood home was a semi-detached house, like all the others on our side of the street. We were sandwiched between detached homes...

I grew up on a dead-end street in a suburb. My brother and I would run around with the other kids in the neighbourhood; play street...

Well, I’d have to first choose one neighbourhood in particular, as we moved around a fair bit growing up. But the one place that stands...

The neighbourhood I grew up in was great because of our neighbours. Next door to us lived Bill and Pat who were originally from...

The impact books have on our lives is not limited to the words written between the covers. Some books inspire new thoughts and send us to...

I’m back to not liking these questions. I’m fine with describing my proudest moment but don’t tell me HOW to describe it. Fullest detail...