Story Time

The story that is passed down through my whole family is when I went to Canada and all hell broke loose. Down here in the States I live a good life and I am safe but once up in Canada that all changed. I lived in the worst part of Canada. The 3rd day I was there the block was shut down because their was a murder across the street. I was like wow this is pretty crazy I am in for a real trip since I was going to be there for 4 weeks. So the days went on....but my family up there made it fun. I mean there were crack heads on every corner but my famliy made me learn to not be scared and just learn to laugh about it. Some of the people were hysterical and their actions were quite funny but their situation wasn't. I was out every night up at the bar from about 8 to 12 am. Each day was fun and I had a blast. Even though it was kinda grimy and my living conditions were crap I still had fun and probably the most fun I have ever had. Even though I was exposed to partying, drinking, smoking, and all that good stuff I had no pressure in trying any and just had fun watching others do it. All I learned was even if bad things happen around you and things arn't up to par the place can acutally feel more like home and you can enjoy yourself more than ever before. I was pretty surpirsed and wouldn't trade those experiences for anything in the world!