I have always been amazed how my grand parents managed to live in Toronto all those years speaking only 3 words of English.

One year, I learned to bike on their driveway.

Another year, I converted their backyard into a soccer field and destroyed their vegetable garden.

Another year, I showed up in Ray-Ban and a sling for my dislocated shoulder. That was the last time I ever visited them.

The garden-destroying trip