Visiting Ontario's countryside brings back childhood memories of when I use to flip through all 7 channels of our bunny eared APEX television box only to stumble upon Little House on the Prairies. The series ran almost always, it was a good break away from the usual round about Scarborough's downtown central (i.e. STC or Home Depot). Even with the series being a perfect escape from reality, I generally couldn't see eye to eye with the facon de vivre of the show. Mind you at 8 or 9 years old I believed Scarborough to be the best place ever established. Yeah, really.
On the prairies there is a family named the Ingalls. They live on a large farm estate in Walnut Grove, Minessota. I couldn't wrap my head around why they pick such an inconvenient and isolated homestead. If a robber breaks into their house, they cannot run into the streets to ask night walkers for help. They do not have the option to see 5 dollar movies at Morningside and 401's Cineplex Odeon on Tuesdays. Most importantly they cannot part take in "Which is it, firecrackers or gunshots?", a game we use to revert to if our antenna wasn't reciprocating a clear connection.
I felt bad for the Ingall family, really.
Horses were used as their only means of transportation as TTC buses are most popular among Scarborough folk. Deprived from black tinted cars with blaring stereos and thumping basses, subtle ambulance and cop sirens in the near distance, crowds gathered outside McDonald's patio passed midnight, even kids and their rap music. The Ingalls are missing out on all the fun. All you folks must be thinking "Girl chu crazy, Scarborough is deadly and emits danger danger!". It really doesn't. You have to learn a thing or two about Scarborough, it may be rough around the edges, it may show a cold and tough exterior but it is only to shield their soft and warm interior. Yes.
Why I have my hand cupped on my thigh is unknown to me as it is to you.
Knit- Target
Skirt- London Fog
Heels- Nine West
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