
Some of you may already know that I grew up on Grindstone Island, right here in the Bay of Fundy, and this is a true story.
At the tender age of eight years old, I make a heartfelt decision to run away from home. This is in spite of the fact that I am experiencing a childhood under the watchful eyes of two loving parents who are providing 99.9% of all my wants and needs and I have my own small island on which I enjoy endless days of fun and play -- days composed of long summer afternoons spent swimming, rowing my boat until the tide goes out, rock climbing and exploring adventures with minimal amounts of chore time and physical work.