Did I like growing up in Little Burgundy?
haha, well, for the most part, no.
BUT, there still were some good times.
See, I never really fit in. I still don’t.
Here’s an oddity:
a large part of me feels proud whenever I tell someone that I grew up here.
It comes from the fact that Burgundy is an amalgam of differences.
I’m not quite sure I can describe it as an alloy. Sidenote: in this case, I define alloy as a strengthened combination of several things pure. Ex: Steel> iron + very low percentage of carbon.
Now, where was I? Ah, that’s right, me feeling proud of the fact that I grew up here.
I think it’s because Burgundy is known as a tough neighbourhood. Many who’ve resided in this « hood » have and are overcoming struggles.
Ce quartier n’est pas une qui est superficiel. Aime-je ce caracteristique? Un peu ouais, un peu non.