The Years

The years, how they shaped us; there was my mom, my brother and my dad 

somewhere within the Monashee Mountain range (Lumby/Cherryville BC)
The beauty of, as my mom used to say, but I didn't really know because of their breakup and shake up

 

Good were the growing years and the years in between, but what meant the most to who I am today, were those most impressionable early years.

Good for me, but I am not sure my brother would agree