My dad and I love to go camping and fish.
Since my sister never liked outdoor stuff, I would go with our dad whenever my sister went on hikes into the woods adjacent to our house.
The people I was with and I formed a special tight knit group whenever the people I was with and I were sitting together in nature, listening to the majestic sounds of the forest. My dad taught me how to watch for bears and what to do if I ever encountered 1 while alone or with others in the wilderness. Because of the skills our dad taught me, I feel confident that I could survive indefinitely outside of humanity if I ever needed to get away from the insanity. However, the winters in Manitoba are downright brutal, so I eventually moved to Toronto to get close to the banks of Lake Ontario. Despite the lake-effect snow, the Toronto area is much warmer than our family’s outdated home in Winnipeg. Despite living in Toronto, I prefer driving north to places like Lake Simcoe to go camping and fishing. This past weekend I stopped at a particularly superb weed dispensary in Newtonbrook on Drewry Ave. I decided to purchase a package of pre-rolled joints so I could smoke them along the banks of Lake Simcoe. I prefer being in Toronto and being around the crowds, however occasionally I need to get out to the countryside to assume again like I did when I was still young in Manitoba. Occasionally I will take our cannabis vaporizer pen with me out to Lake Ontario and take a ferry out to the Toronto Islands. If I want to see the town from thoUSAnds of feet up, I can visit the CN Tower as well. Living in Toronto is definitely more exciting than our former life in Winnipeg.