For all intents and purposes I consider myself a “Beacher.” It’s a term used appropriately by those who grew up and still live in an area in the east end of Toronto called The Beaches, and also — inappropriately — by those who moved here from outside the neighbourhood. To me, they are tourists who just haven’t left yet. 🙂 But, I’ve got a secret: I was not born in the beaches and did not even move to this end of town until I was nine years old. Prior to that, I lived way out in the west end in a ratty, rundown neighbourhood called Parkdale. Mauro and I visited this very neighbourhood yesterday and even ventured up my old street, O’Hara Ave, near Queen St. and Lansdown Ave. The area hasn’t gotten any better since I was a kid, really. It could even be argued that it’s gotten worse. Anyway, the above photo is of the house I grew up in until we moved east. I did some editing to give it an old photo sort of look. I wish I could say those were the good ol’ days, but to be honest all I can remember is a very horrible childhood. Thankfully I’ve blocked most of it out save for the most traumatic stuff.