Before I turned 35, I didn´t know how the snow looked like. I neither knew what the Maple Leaf nor the Raptors were. I never went to the CN Tower before, or tried a double-double from Tim Hortons. Yet, I am a Canadian.
Yes, I am a Canadian in heart and soul.
I am Canadian because I chose to be.
I am Canadian, even though I´ll always remember my adored tricolor flag.
This is the real beginning. This is when the dreams come true.
This is it. My home… The True North Strong and Free.