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Originally Posted by expatflame
-A time when Calgary was small and relatively safe. I could leave my house on my BMX in the "dirthills" with my friends and be outside for hours. We lived on the absolute outskirts of the city and the dirthills were the literal boundary between the subburbs and the prairies. We would search for tadpoles and gophers for hours on end. We lived in the NE-Castleridge (which I guess was where many immigrants came) and I was one of 2 white kids in the class. Everyone just got along as well. I didn't notice this fact till many years later looking at school photos.
-C-train had just opened a few years ago so riding on this was so much fun and novel.
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Yeah, we moved to Castleridge from Penbrooke Meadows (7 km straight north on 52nd St E) a couple years before the Whitehorn Station opened up. I used to take the school bus to a distant school so many of my friends from school would have to get their parents to drive them or take the bus in order to visit me. But I would get the same comments all the time about how my family was living in the "boonies". I still remember that after they built the Whitehorn Station, I would stand at the top of the skywalk across 36th Street and look north and would see cattle grazing in the distance.