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I was born in Saint-Pacôme, a small, bucolic municipality in the Bas-Saint-Laurent. My father was a milk farmer; I lived during the era of “factries” (factory with a heavy Québec accent) that were managed by the King and Williams families.
As with all the other kids of my generation, Dr. Royer was the tending doctor when I was born in his modest clinic on Avenue Bégin. Here I am, a few days after my baptism.
Growing up in Saint-Pacôme was so much fun! Green spaces, lots of farms, and a lot of tractors…It was too easy to play tricks on people!
Sure, I looked like an angel. But deep down, I was mischievous little girl. I was great at playing jokes on the locals. I’ll never reveal how I pulled them off, though!
Because the farms were so close to each other, I developed a love for animals. I loved them so much that I decided to become a veterinarian.
