In January 1998, when I was 12 years old, Montreal was hit with a major ice storm. We were just about to go back to school after Christmas break when the storm swept through town, depositing up to 4 inches of ice on every surface and leaving massive destruction in its wake. It caused billions of dollars in damage across Ontario, Quebec, Atlantic Canada, and the Northeastern United States, and many people and animals unfortunately died. It was, as you might say, a whole thing.
But, like I said, I was 12. I wasn’t an anxious kid yet; that came later. I didn’t know to be afraid of things yet. I didn’t know that the world grinding to a halt meant that something bad was happening. To me, an ice storm of this magnitude spelled out every kid’s two favourite words: school closures. Continue reading “To Be Afraid”