You know, she created me.

She made me.

So there's no replacement for that.

I'm Sarah Mittnick, and this is Seamwork Radio,

where we tell stories about the surprising ways that sewing impacts our lives.

Thank you. where we tell stories about the surprising ways that sewing impacts our lives. Before we start, a quick note for listeners.

This story mentions abuse, drug use, and contains strong language.

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Sometimes it can feel like we each carry around two different versions of our childhood.

The first version is the memory you made at the time. It's everything that you saw and you

felt and you heard when you were actually living it.

It's a child's perspective.

The second version is the one that comes later when you're an adult.

You learn things as you get older and maybe you have a new way of looking at things.

I think this is normal for most of us.

But when the adults around you are harboring secrets, secrets that are

going to blow your life apart one day, these two versions of your childhood can be wildly different.

That's what happened to Ashley. Ashley grew up in a small town in the interior of British Columbia,

Canada. Her parents met when her mom was working as a cook at a mining camp

where her dad was also working. Her mom and dad had a tumultuous relationship, and he was often

working up north, operating heavy equipment for gold mines in the Yukon. They were writing letters

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