When I was young, I would spend a few weeks of my summer
holiday at my grandmother’s in Toronto. She lived by herself
in a small apartment in the downtown. She had no television.
She had no games or toys. There were no books at my age
level, let alone comics. I loved it. My mother would catch up
with Grandma. I was left to fend for myself. I was totally free,
unprogrammed, unentrapped. I counted cars. I ran the streets.
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