When I was five, we travelled to Montreal to visit Expo 67. We camped in a place where the ground was on a slope. (Campground space was at a premium in that area.) I think we travelled through Maine.
I actually don't remember much about Expo. I liked the train that took us onto the site. I walked far too much for a five-year-old, and ended up turning disagreeable. (I don't even remember the ostensible reason for my snit.) I think it happened while we were standing in the queue for the mini-rail.
That Expo year there were a lot of Centennial projects around the country. (Money was flowing more freely back then.) In my New Brunswick hometown, the local high school built a new wing. And the Lions Club built a revolving clock. Today I sometimes spot sidewalk blocks in Toronto with the Centennial logo.
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