By Gina Philips
I remember when one of my most cherished memories went up in a puff of smoke — literally — thanks to a prank we played on my aunt.
Dad says it happened at Spur Valley Golf Resort near Radium, B.C. My cousin says it went down somewhere on the Alberta side of Cypress Hills. To me, location doesn’t matter. As much as we like to believe our memories are defined by a specific tee box, or our best round, it’s often the company we keep and the connections we make that star in the stories we tell.