The winters of my childhood were long, long seasons. We lived in three places – school, church and home – but our real life was on the parking spot that connected all those places.
You’ll see my grandpa on the background, alongside my younger brother. And yes, that’s me with the Blue Jays baseball cap (btw, who got me that cap?) somewhere in the start of the spring of 1992.
Some say that the following summer of ’92 was pretty ok for the Jays…
But winters eh…
“The winters of my childhood were long, long seasons.”