I was a small child. A little scrawny kid who wanted nothing else but to please people. Making people laugh and feel better about themselves was my top goal in my young life.
I lived in a suburb. A suburb is a wonderful place for a child who loves to play soccer, baseball, football or in my case (this was after all Canada) hockey. This was Montreal’s West Island. A wonderful place for a sporty kid. Which I wasn’t. I didn’t fit in. More
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