"I gotta go now or I'm going to die here," I said that early November day, when snow started falling.
I grabbed the few clothes I had. I didn't have winter boots or any warm clothes to wear. I started walking down the road, and I thought of my uncle in Roblin. He was a "wino-alcoholic," but that was my only option for a place to go.
I am originally from Camperville, near Pine Creek, Manitoba, on the western shore of Lake Winnipegosis. I had lived there all of my 18 years, and my first memories were of growing up in my granny's house. My brother and my mom were also there, as well as other gran...
