My father had the habit of taking me to the woods from an early age. Six years old, to be precise. Back then, one didn’t have to drive...

Back when I was eight years old, I lived with my mother on Gatineau street , where I was allowed to go out and play within a one-block...

My lifelong friend Marion has a wonderful son named Thomas, whom I’ve known all of his life. He’s now in his forties. Growing into a fine...