Peter Mansbridge

Like most Canadian families, we are a mixture of old stock and new stock in every generation.

Dave Ennis in Fort Langley, B.C.

John Lennon's lyrics, where he dreams of a world without borders, is where I sometimes think I would like to be.

A world citizen.

Then I see extremism around the globe and know that I'm fortunate to be Canadian.

So until further notice, I'm Canadian first.

Gary Gould in Brantford, Ontario.

When announcing to others how I identify, how I identify depends upon who and where I am at the time.

For example, if I am in, say, Newfoundland, I say I'm from Ontario.

I usually get a favorable response.

If I'm in Alberta and I say I'm from Ontario, I usually get a sneer.

When I'm in Europe, I say Canadian, to friendly smiles.

When I'm in the U.S., I say I'm from Rhode Island.

Kristen Gitte in Telco, B.C.

I am Canadian.

My family carries histories of movement, immigration from World War II with deep gratitude for Canada, and a Quebecois family moving from language, place, and belonging.

I grew up in southern Ontario, but living in Guatemala made my Canadian-ness visible and precious to me.

Living in northern BC has deepened my understanding that I belong to Canada while also being a visitor on indigenous lands.

That tension feels very Canadian to me.

Marco Alexandre in Montreal.