Looking back on grade nine, both my English and Social Studies class had to do a project on family traditions. It was hard for me to think of anything specifically, but what came to mind both times was the adventure my sister would always take me to, in downtown Vancouver for my birthday. Though I didn't end up doing that for the project, I always think of it as our own tradition even though it's only been three years since it started. From turning twelve to now fifteen years old, the trip has been a constant one I always looked forward to. It was like a milestone I had to pass before the idea of me being another year older finally sunk in.
