Rose Coloured Glasses
If you’ve been through life, even for a short period of time, you’ve experienced. You’ve experienced life, through some ups and downs, through some loses and wins, through sunny days and cloudy ones, and certainly some « fuck’d’ » up shit. If’ve you’ve been lucky enough to get through your childhood, and experience life without the rose coloured glasses of your youthfully eyes, you know that life comes in different shades, as different time of your life. Today, I’d like to talk to you about the different shades of glasses I’ve been through. First, however, let’s start by putting on our youthfully rose coloured glasses. — Imagine yourself. Close your eyes, and get back to you foundness childhood memories. For me, it takes me back to the Christmas parties at my maternal grand mother’s house. The smell of meat pies, mashed potatoes, Ma tante Mariette’s spray net, Mon oncle Claude’s huge and warm laugh, my mom’s uncontrollable and loud laughter, Mèmère’s chirps at every body, especial...