Dad's boss in Fredericton was too much for him to handle, let alone the profession itself.
Our house was put on the market from his decision to seek a new boss and maybe among others,
so we moved a good portion of our materials to Peticodiac, near Moncton - to live behind my Dad's parents.
The troubling boss was removed from his position once our house had already sold...there now being no reason to move.
On deciding that we would not move to Peticodiac, when I was 9, we chose Woodstock as a location closer to my Mom's parents.

This scenario will baffle me for the rest of my life - in thinking a 'nobody' affected nine years of my life.
Could have been same 'ol Fredericton or it could have been Peticodiac-unknown - although it was Woodstock.

I met many great friends in this place, and my memories make it real, as compared to being obligated to grow up in Fredericton and FHS.

My parents are now separated due to their many differences...which is satisfactory.
They waited to sell the house and separate until after I moved to Saint John to attend CTI to take Multimedia/Graphic Design.
I still love them both - it just gave my personal pendulum of realism a good thwack (which can be elaborated further down the page).

Receiving blood from the two very different personalities...and being taught mutually from the two originally fattened my habits, which are now left up to me to polish.

Further [re]construction of the psyche is inevitable once the pressured-guidance of parents no longer dwells; Learning and progressing becomes something new,
which is all made possible by the many stepping stones that we blindly travelled while living in the parental vision.
Once removed from this guidance, one must create graduated stones from scratch and fearlessly step on them in order to seek their followed fate.
Life's pace in respect to a pendulum, from this point, is given continual hits which will oscillate in the soul's chaos for the years it takes to whiten a blackened reality.