My Letter To Toronto
Dear Toronto,
At first, you were a vague memory of almost another life. 18 years ago in the fall, I was 10. I went on a trip to Canada that ended with you. I only spent a day there and struggled to find your most famous tower (because let’s face it, if you only have one day in Tdot, this is where you want to go) but did in the end. Long story short, I didn’t remember much about you from that day.
