It’s September 1977. The first Tuesday after Labour Day and my first day of kindergarten. Having been to daycare, leaving home in the morning is nothing new. Yet, this is something decidedly different about today day. I don’t remember putting on my white shirt and blue corduroy jumper uniform or brushing my hair. Still, I remember the nervous energy when I, holding my father’s hand, showed up to my colourful kindergarten classroom. It was undoubtedly the beginning of a new phase of life.