Growing up, there were times for me that marked a special moment. Sometimes it was losing my two front teeth, other times it was spending time with Dad, a Dad who I did not get to see much. Here are four of those moments and why they meant so much to me. 1. This day was monumental for me - my first plane ride. I do not remember why Dad took me for a ride on this plane but only that we did it....

I believe that every childhood should be a fairytale. I was lucky. For the most part mine was. Growing up in Victoria on Maxine Lane in Cordova Bay Canada was just that. We lived in this very quaint two story house at the end of the lane. To the right of our house was a huge field of grazing horses, maybe 20 or 30 acres, behind us was nothing but forest. In front of us was another small lane...