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The Illiterate Within Me (1996) Learner's Story This story originates from British Columbia. The author, Michael Johnny, likes drawing, painting, horseback riding, fishing and skiing. He recently attended an adult education program at the Nechako Learning Centre in Vanderhoof. Michael hopes to work with his band in the future. Happy Times is an excerpt from In This Country...Personal Stories about Northern B.C. (Courtesy Northern Literacy Readers, 1994). Happy Times When I was about four or five years old, I lived in a village called Blue River, near the Yukon border in B.C. It was a very small village of about 50 people. This was the home of our Indian reservation, called Kaska Dena. I visited the village every summer because it was the home of my grandparents. One nice, bright, sunny day in the summer, my grandma and grandpa took me for a leisurely walk to the green forests behind our reservation. We walked on the dirt road looking for berries to pick. My grandma had a large pail and grandpa had his big rifle in case we saw a deer, moose or rabbit to hunt. Everywhere we looked on the sides of the road we saw lots of blackberries. Grandma wanted blackberries to make jam and we needed soapberries to make Indian ice cream. I helped them gather berries, but I didn't put the berries in the pail. All I did was put them in my mouth. That's what all kids do. When I got bored with picking berries, I sauntered down the road to look at the wildflowers and the insects flitting about. That's when I saw butterflies all over the small bushes in the centre of the dirt road. I ran and stared at them. I caught one of the purple butterflies. It was in my hands. I ran to show it to my grand-parents. I yelled at them, "Grandma, Grandpa, look!" They looked. I put my hand right in their faces and opened it. As it did so, the butterfly flew away. My grandparents smiled at me and said, "It's good to let the butterfly go free." I was so happy, I ran to get another one. This was a happy memory I will never forget. |
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