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marooned // movita beaucoup

marooned

In the 1980s, the Red Cross ran a water safety program which aimed to make Canadians safer in, on, and around the water. Certified instructors led countless children through a program of swimming lessons which consisted of eight levels, each marked by a coloured badge. Lessons started at the yellow level and progressed to orange, […]

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most unlikely // movita beaucoup

most unlikely

Like any other decent high school, mine had a well-established social hierarchy. The members of TOTS (Top of the Stairs) had long ruled the school. Mostly twelfth graders, with a smattering of popular tenth and eleventh grade students, TOTS were as cool as cool could get in a 1980s rural high school. Each year, a […]

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domestic foul // movita beaucoup

domestic foul

When you live in a small town, everyone knows everyone’s business. I spent half my senior year grounded thanks to gossipy townsfolk, all too happy to tell my parents they’d seen my car at Brad Keddy’s house when I was supposed to be at the library. And when my parents learned that Melanie Schofield threw a party when […]

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just a milkshake // movita beaucoup

just a milkshake

My siblings and I were raised in a small, rural village. Poor kids were poor, middle class kids were rich. Lewis was one of the poor kids. Lewis lived in a run down house with his mother, and wore a uniform that consisted of a stained t-shirt, threadbare corduroy pants and a pair of tattered sneakers. Lewis had no advantages – […]

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