This was the beginning of my love for Saskatchewan. I found its rolling flatness fascinating. I always imagined myself riding over the next ridge and sitting there on my beautiful Appaloosa, watching this strange car drive past. I had to imagine it. I was scared totally of horses, and have never learned to ride.
Imagination is the great escape.
Imagination allows us to be the action heroes we could never dream of becoming in real life. In addition, I loved history more than my classmates seemed to because I had visited Fort Macleod and crossed the Redcoat Trail. The Canadian Pacific Railroad, completed in 1885, had taken my mother's family from Hartland, New Brunswick to Selkirk, Manitoba to Kettle Valley, British Columbia. The ranch had been in the family since 1891, the year Sir John A Macdonald died. After winning the war, soldiers were rewarded with free university or with help to buy farms like ours.