I was a kid from Winnipeg - I didn't know anything about the world.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up in Winnipeg, in the Canadian midwest, the fifth child. It was a great household to grow up in - I was loved to sweet death.
The world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one must travel through it one's self to be acquainted with it.
I mean, obviously, a lot of people know me around the world. Kids know me.
By the time I was 10 or 13, I'd learned the world capitals.
I moved to New Zealand from Winnipeg when I was almost five. I hated it. It was to a city in the south of New Zealand called Invercargill and there was constant rain. There was a depressing sensation in the air.
I didn't go to school, because I never stayed anywhere long enough, so I was completely closed off from the outside world. I had no idea about anything.
I spent my childhood in Newfoundland and then my junior high and high school years in Alberta, Canada.
I was one of those kids who always thought that we should know how the world works around us.
I'm from Canada, and I think, like everyone growing up anywhere else in the world, you are very aware of America - it sort of looms large in its legend, and so did Detroit.
Canada was my whole world and my whole reality, and now I meet people who've never been there, and it's like, 'You've never been to my whole world?'