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30 June 2011
Rosie Baldwin reminisces childhood memories and shares her experience of seeing the Niagara Falls.

Written by Rosie Baldwin
Something my Dad once said to me was that he would always be eighteen years old. This has become, I must say, a family trait. I know that I can speak for my entire family when I say that it is unlikely we will ever grow up, and at the age of 20 I certainly find it difficult to believe that in just five or six years I could be working full-time with a husband and thinking about mortgages and pensions and maybe even starting my own family. I am unashamed to admit I am the baby of the family, and will always be my Mum’s little girl. And so it was with a certain sadness that I realised that in my growing up and moving away to University two years ago, I had in fact flown the nest and done something I never thought I would, become a responsible adult (well, to an extent anyway).
Reminiscing my childhood I am flooded with happy memories of feeding ducks and sitting on the back of my mother’s bike and exploring for miles around the Sussex of England I grew up in (my first experiences of travelling!). And so a while ago, my Mum and I made an agreement to put aside a small amount of money every month until we had enough to spend on a trip to Canada. We chose Canada due to it having a special significance to my Mum; when she was just my age she was sent there to visit old family friends in a bid to stop her seeing my Dad, presumably hoping she’d be swept off her feet by a dashing young Canadian. However, the trip had the opposite effect, and it was there that my Mum realised she was in fact in love (this story can only be drawn out of her after a few glasses of Pinot noir).
And so during the Easter break and conveniently around the time of Mother’s day we set off to Ontario, Canada. It was a great setting for us to reminisce and have a break from the busyness of everyday life in one of the beautiful places to stay in Ontario. Over huge meals in the many restaurants of Ontario we talked about everything and anything, and it was such a privilege to spend time travelling and exploring with my own Mum — someone I often worry I take for granted.
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