When I was fourteen, Grandpa Charlie began to tell me the stories of our ancestors. The first time I hiked I was three years old and, even before I walked, I rode in my dad's big backpack where my tiny body was perched even higher than his head and I floated through the wonder of the BC coastal rainforest.
When I was fourteen, Grandpa Charlie began to tell me the stories of our ancestors.
The first time I hiked I was three years old and, even before I walked, I rode in my dad's big backpack where my tiny body was perched even higher than his head and I floated through the wonder of the BC...
He taught me to love and value the forest and all the creatures who live there.
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When I was fourteen, Grandpa Charlie began to tell me the stories of our ancestors. The first time I hiked I was three years old and, even before I walked, I rode in my dad's big backpack where my tiny body was perched even higher than his head and I floated through the wonder of the BC coastal rainforest. He taught me to love and value the forest and all the creatures who live there.
My dad taught me everything: the names of the plants, flowers and trees.
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