Never give up

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I can remember living in the great white north where there was snow, ice, sleet and hail all at the same time. Cold doesn’t describe the temperature. It was so damp and somewhere below freezing, the cold would go right through you. Even as a child I knew I didn’t want to live there for the rest of my life, so I started thinking about where I would escape to, even at 8 years old. I had dreams of living in London with the Queen; however, the weather would have probably been the same as where I was. The years went by and I found myself in high school, dreading each day, waiting so long for the bus. I would finally just start walking through parks, down city streets and finally on sidewalks and crossing the train tracks to my final destination. A couple of my teachers were fantast
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