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Kids World.

I was restless from day one, always pushing the edges of our little northern town tucked deep in the Canadian boreal forest. Our horses were my saving grace and the barn was my safe place. My brothers and I grew up on books, not television. Our mother made sure of that. She kept a National Geographic and Life magazine subscription running in our house, along with a giant atlas we loved so much we wore the pages thin. Africa, Egypt, Rome, Greece lit something up in me that never went out. My favourite place to ride was a hill where the Great Lakes winds had carved the land into something that looked almost like a desert. I would take our horses out at full gallop and in my head I was a warrior queen. Then one day, out of nowhere, I saw it clear a vision of myself on a stage, singing in front of hundreds of people. That waking dream shaped the rest of my life.

 Are Rock'n'Rollers born, or are they made?

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