It was after 10:30 at night. I was surrounded by towers of nondescript apartment complexes over 20 stories high, though the middle courtyard was graced with beautiful trees hiding maze-like ... [+]
When I was in Grade Eight at Lakeview Elementary School in Regina, Saskatchewan, our teacher, Mr. Graham, used a miniature hand-cranked generator to demonstrate electrical current for us. We all held hands and formed a circle around the classroom. With the students closest to Mr. Graham holding the positive and negative leads, he slowly turned the little crank. We all began to feel a tingle as the current passed through us. We were all together for a moment, until it became too ticklish to bear. I haven’t seen some of those people since Grade Eight. Some of them are dead now. But we were one then, and in my heart we will always be.