Walking the dog yesterday afternoon, I happened upon some Canadian geese just recently returned from their southern hiatus. They had found the open waters of what was Airdrie's beginning: Nose Creek.

There was a period of many years when my life was filled with a lot of fluff and nonsense, surface relationships and allowing people to see only what I wanted them to see. The tragedy in that, of course, is that the people I had those relationships with were pretty much the same.

I had no idea what I was missing.

Funny, the things we remember. While I’m sure I did some bratty things as a toddler and young child, I don’t remember doing anything in direct defiance or out of purposeful meanness.