“I currently rent my childhood home. I am raising my son in my own home and town. I am able to recreate some of my most fondest memories with him. My son is named after my father who was killed in 1998 on his bike. No matter the season, no matter the weather we are outside, we are at the pond with our dog or the creek that runs through the back yard. We are sledding down the hill behind the fire station or catching tadpoles in the water. We are saving the monarch catipllars during mow season or running the flat part learning to kick a ball. I'm doing all of these things with my son that I did as a child with my own father in our old territories. I was a toddler when they dug the pond , I learned to swim there. I did all of these things with my dad and now I get to do them in his memory with my son.”
