MARC FISHER

 

I was born on a Friday, March 13th, 1953, the second child of a family of six. Between my three sisters, my accountant father who absolutely adored me, and a doting Mother who was a born story teller throughout our lives, I lived a rather uneventful childhood in a small suburb called Duvernay, Quebec.

 

I mean, I was perfectly happy – I had friends, fun, sports, and I don’t remember ever walking anywhere -I always ran everywhere – an impatience developed since birth!

 

Indeed, my Mother still reminds me of the day I was born, and that she was forced to cross her legs on the way to the hospital that day, or else I would have been born right there in a taxi!

 

If I wasn’t running to get to my best friends , I was riding my red CCM bicycle complete with white streamers on the handlebars. I was as free as the wind and had the lightest of hearts.

 

A fun childhood that very early was also dedicated to study. I wanted to please my very demanding father who wanted me to finish first in school- all the time- and when I ended up second, he would ask me in a commanding tone ; “Who finished first?”

 

I made sure that I didn’t happen too often.

 

Very early in life, for reasons I can’t fathom, I started thinking would one day make a living … using my mind!

 

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