The year I turned 4, our family packed up from the northern village life and moved to a small prairie town in the middle of our fair province. My mom was expecting another baby and my dad had just gotten a government job. I was about to start school the near future, so I imagine they had been looking for an excuse to get us closer to civilization, closer to family, and closer to a school.
Dancing on the table.
We moved into a two story little yellow house not far from the water tower. We were within walking distance of the school and main street. Actually, it was a small town. We were within walking distance of a lot of places. I don't remember much about that first year in town. I remember there were finally little kids to play with -- Dawn and Jennifer lived across the back alley. We had a swing set in the yard and a garden with corn taller than I was. Life was simple then.
In the fall, my Mom brought home our newest sibling. It was the beginning of Thanksgiving weekend and Ky came to us earlier than we expected. A preemie, she weighed less than any of us and still more than most. She looked a bit like a monkey, but she was pretty cute.
Me and my newest sister, Ky.*
*She's lucky I picked the picture where she looks pretty cute.
There were some other awesome options.