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  • Girls make us do crazy things.

    I was a precocious 4 or 5 year old living the dream: Three square meals and a 10 a.m. snack with Juice box. I also had one of the sweetest friends in the world. We got along well--but were curious and this got us into our fair share of trouble.

    This particular day Lindsey and her mom came over to our house in Mississauga for a play date. While our mom's conversed in the living room over coffee, we made our way upstairs, to my room and sat down to play.

    Coloring books were the activity of choice-- and while neither of us could color inside lines, it didn't matter-- we were best friends, artists, and creatives-- unbound by the lines of this world. I can only speculate that we ran out of paper or that curiosity kicked in, because the next thing I knew I was standing in front of a life size, pale canvas, purple marker in hand and set to work on my masterpiece (pretty sure this was her idea).

    Twenty minutes and half an ink marker later, our living artwork was complete. All 3.5 feet of her tiny frame, head to toe, was covered in purple marker. I remember giggling and being super impressed by what we created. In fact, we were both so proud that we decided to head downstairs and share our creation with the moms.

    Big mistake......The look of horor followed by frantic screams and mass confusion was priceless. Her mom set to work straight away scrubbing her arms and legs with a sponge. Oh did I mention it was permanent marker? Well in any case, she remained shades of purple for a month and our play dates became less frequent until we moved to the States.
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