I grew up in New Westminster as a kid. It's a quiet little town that I still consider as my first home. There, I attended Lord Kelvin elementary school, a school where many of the kids could not afford breakfast and lunch. I used to wonder why I was driven to school and why other kids walked, I also wondered why I ate hot lunch that the school made, while my friends ate snack bars that the teacher gave out. It was then did I realise I was more privileged than most of my friends in Lord Kelvin. My mom always told to cherish what I have and I knew what she meant. Even though Lord Kelvin isn't the top rated elementary school in all of Canada or a school that had years of history, it felt warm and cozy. I learned sharing, caring and manners in