First Memory

Looking back now, I realize that my first contact with anyone who is of First Nations descent was a little girl called Debbie, who was taken in, it looked like to me, by a family up the street who were distant relatives. Looking back and reading a bit of history, I realized that Debbie was one of those Aboriginal children who were part of the horrible sixties scoop, that she was taken from her own family, wherever they were. I was a little boy, she was a little girl, but that’s what I remember. I thought it was funny she came to live with this family. She was just a young person. But that was my first personal experience and my first memory of anyone who is part of the First Nations of this province.