A Canadian Child

My niece Klubnikis will turn 4 in November. She loves to listen to stories about everybody’s childhood: her mother’s, her grandmother’s, mine, etc. So her grandmother was telling her about her mother’s childhood last weekend.

“I would take your mother to kindergarten every morning. We would walk very slowly, looking at the trees, the houses. . .”

“Why no car?” Klubnikis suddenly interrupted.

“What?” grandma asked.

“Why walk?” Klubnikis insisted. “Why not car?”

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