Barely Remembering Elizabeth
This was me in grade six, in early 1977: Not much to look at, right? Just some dorky little kid. At the end of 1976, just at the break for Christmas and New Years, my family moved from the suburbs of Nepean to the rural isolation of the Gatineau Hills. We moved from Borden Farm to Kirk's Ferry midway through the school year. I went from the comfort of Century Public School , where I had lots of friends, to Chelsea Elementary, where I knew absolutely no one. It was tough when someone who went through the entire system of one school, with teachers and fellow students were so familiar, where we had grown up together, to be dropped into a classroom with students who had grown up with everyone else and suddenly been exposed to the new kid. And I was the new kid. It was really tough to find my place amongst the virtual strangers, to figure out how things ran and who was who in the pecking order of people. I felt as though I had to start all over again. I did make one friend right ...
