I remember waking up while it was still dark out, and being bundled up in the back of a van to go to “the market”.
My Opi (a colloquialism based on the German word for Grandpa, Opa) and Mr. Little would be in the front, sometimes talking but most often quiet. I would have a goodie bag in my clutches, full of treats (ahem – SUGAR) to keep me alive for the trip.
We were on our way to the Kitchener Farmers’ Market.
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