TERRY GROVES

My older brother Robin and I headed to the store. It was in a strip mall near Jameswood School. We were not supposed to go there but...

It was the summer of '67 or '68 and we were living in the PMQs at CFB Clinton. I guess my older brothers, Mark and Robin, were feeling...

I don't have a lot of memories of Jameswood Drive school even though I went there for grade 1 and 2 beginning in 1963. Here is what I do...

I don't know where this bit of trivia came from but I recall being told it by my older brother Mark. I am not certain why I recall this...

In about 1968, when I was ten or so, I had a bit of a fascination with fire. I wasn't running around lighting them, I just liked how a...

It was all about the games.

Why do we make some of the choices we do?

Do you remember when you were young and knew everything? Yeah, me too. In grade six, while living in Clinton PMQs, my best friend, Paul...

Growing up the brat life you get used to leaving friends behind and making new ones at the other end of the move. Too, you get exposed to...

Sometimes the simplest things bring the most reward. As you can imagine, growing up in a single income family with five brothers, there...

When I was about six or seven I had my first encounter with the law. My older brothers, Mark, and Robin, me, my younger brother Paul and...

A brief experience on a farm.

Exercising an enterprising ambition.

I attended La Salle Secondary School in Kingston for grade 9 and 10. I liked the school and a lot of the teachers there but these were...

While there were lots of sacrifices that had to be made living the brat life, I am talking about giving up a parent unexpectedly,...

Deadman Bay was a short walk from where I lived on Lundy's Lane in Fort Henry Height, CFB Kingston. There were several routes to get...

When you are young, the most simple activity can be an adventure. I recall when I was in grade 2, sneaking to the store to buy some...

Sometimes the most innocent activities lead to the most incredible adventures, especially when you are a brat. I recall the day a simple...

I loved kindergarten. My teacher there was Miss Honey (Hunny?) and I liked her. It was in a house across Ness Ave from where we lived in...

Being a brat, you get used to dealing with loss. Well, not really used to it, it becomes a fact of your life and you learn to deal with...