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Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.” —George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones Since childhood, Canadians have been hardwired to love summer. Fall, winter and spring were school times—early mornings, bus rides, sitting at our desks and so many rules. But July and August? That, especially during our youngest years, was our time. Barefoot on the beach. Wandering the woods. BMX bikes on the trails. Inner tubes on the water. Bliss.
When summer starts, we are young again. For my family, it’s time to book weeklong camping trips to Vancouver Island—where, yes, I’ll be barefoot most of the time. (And I actually bought a BMX this year too.) It’s time to open the patio doors and leave them open until Labour Day. It’s time to spend…
