The Lone Oak in a Pine Forest

Never in a million years did I think I would end up working in Forestry. As I was growing up, I had never heard of anyone working as a Forester or that it was even a profession. I grew up in Toronto. I had never gone camping, never gone to ‘the cottage’ with any friends and had never even been ‘up north’ where all the trees and wild places supposedly were. When asked what I wanted to be when I finished school, I would say that I planned to go to Royal Military College, join the air force and become a pilot. I wanted to fly planes but not just any plane – I wanted to fly fighter jets. Yes, I had lofty goals. But aiming high was the expectation and my duty as a child of an immigrant mother

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