When I lived in upstate New York ,
(we say upstate because no one actually knows of any of the cities or towns
upstate. In case you’re wondering, Watertown ,
endearingly nicknamed Snowtown USA ,)
we were about an hour away from Canada .
Back in those days you didn’t need a passport to cross the border. “Back in
those days,” Jeez, how old am I? We
would cross the border seamlessly and spend a weekend exploring a new
country. Class field trips would involve
a border crossing. How many middle schools can say that? I’ve seen Niagara Falls
from both sides, used Canadian money the same as American, especially coinage,
and used ‘Eh’ at the end of my sentences.
It was such a normal part of my life while living upstate
that I didn’t know how unusual it was.
If I had stayed longer, I would have joined my friends for their 19th
birthdays on a trip across the border to celebrate where they were finally
legally able to drink. I would have watched the border get stricter and
stricter as 9/11 passed, and I would have needed a passport. And I probably would have continued to place ‘eh’
at the end of every sentence.
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