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"Where Will Your Story Take You?" by Yoad Vered, Secondary 3, West Island College, Dollard-des-Ormeaux (1st Prize, 2015 QAHN Heritage Photo Contest)

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"Where Will Your Story Take You?" by Yoad Vered, Secondary 3, West Island College, Dollard-des-Ormeaux (1st Prize, 2015 QAHN Heritage Photo Contest)

A family’s heritage consists of many parts, each one working together to compose a larger picture.
Each piece has its own story, and my family’s begins in the streets of Tel-Aviv, Israel, in 1967. Each morning, my father walked long distances to get to school. Over the course of every morning’s journey, he had time to speak with his friends and breathe in the fresh outdoor air.

Thirty years later, my family had immigrated to Canada, and my father wanted me to walk to school every morning, just like he did when he was a little boy. He thought that by driving me to school, he would encourage laziness and discourage my connection to the environment. That is why, today, I walk to school every morning. The path I’ve been walking for the past eleven years is pictured above. For that reason, it has an extremely strong sentimental value to me.

One day, as I was walking back from school, I greeted a couple walking along this same path. They surprised me, as I very rarely see other people taking this bumpy and curvy walkway. The couple was very friendly, and told me that they have also been walking this same path every Friday since they’d first met. They explained to me how important this path was for them, because it was where their story had begun.

Following the exchange of a few stories and a brief goodbye, I continued walking. After thinking for a while after the encounter with this couple, I realized that everybody has their own stories. What struck me, though, is that the small winding path underneath the tall trees that I once thought was only mine, is also a part of the setting of other people’s stories. I then realized that every single person has their own tale, and that maybe, every single tale has its own path.