Growing-up Islander.


Imagine waking up in the morning, as a young child, and having 24 acres as your playground. Imagine taking a small 16 foot boat to school everyday. In fact imagine that the only way to get anywhere is that boat – to neighbours, groceries, friends, extended family – all a boat ride away. Imagine it’s just you, and your family on an island.

This is how I grew up.

I grew up with my mother, father, and brother on an island of 24 acres, off the coast of Vancouver Island.

That island I called home was Dayman Island.

We learned to appreciate nature, how to use the wind for power, the ocean for food, to tend to animals, and to look after each other.

With no phone, no hydro and only a small well… You learn to use VHF radios, to cook with a wood stove, to conserve water, make fire, and to be self sufficient.

Because we had to be.

We learned the difference between pets, and food. How to farm shellfish, chop wood, drive tractors…

We learned how to live a rustic life.

I wouldn’t trade it in for anything.

Beautiful BC; thank you for a great life.