“My favourite memories are those that arose from late-night studio hours. At midnight, we would often congregate on the winding stair to the studios, facing each other along the balluster, awaiting the stroke of midnight when we would let out all of our stress and nerves and over-worked neck muscles with a scream that must have registered on some audio file somewhere. These midnight screams ranked close to the Hot Wheels races we had: grown adults would take pure joy in racing little cars down dueling tracks. Once a classmate’s kid showed up with a Hot Wheels custom case with 24 cars in it. You’ve never seen such envy. Of course, the best memory of all is the first time I met my man-to-be … in the Sexton Gym playing volleyball. We’ve just celebrated our 25th anniversary. Thanks Dal!”

Jennifer C.

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