Peter Mansbridge

I identify as Canadian.

No one region defines my identity.

I was born in Alberta, moved to BC in my teens.

I joined the Navy and served in Nova Scotia, BC, and Ontario.

I don't have any particularly strong ethnic background other than my mom's biological parents, both of whom had some Aboriginal roots.

The rest is a very mixed bag of European heritage.

I am Canadian.

Isaac Rashid in Hamilton.

The first time I set foot on this country's soil was in April of 1968.

I was five years old.

I remember the customs officer smiling at my brother and me and saying to my father he was a lucky guy to have two sons.

From that moment forward, I unequivocally identified and identify as Canadian.

Liz Scanlon in Toronto.

As I was listening to this week's question, an unexpected answer jumped to my mind.

A mum.

Unexpected because my kids are getting older and being a mum is less a day-to-day role than it used to be.

But they've shaped who I am more than anything else about me.

I'm from Toronto.

But when I'm traveling internationally, I say Canadian because I'm peeved by Americans assuming everyone knows their city or state.

Ken Malagus, or Malagus in Regina.