The summer of 1990 I was 11 years old. My mother took me and my siblings to the solidarity camp that was erected in the downtown Regina, Saskatchewan. My mom explained that Native people were protecting their land from people who want to claim it for themselves and that we needed to show them we supported what they were doing. At the time I know I wasn’t fully aware of what the “Standoff at Oka” was all but I knew it was important. Why else would there be this many Native people all together in one place? We lived three blocks away from the camp and my mom opened our home to camp supporters many of them Native/Indigenous. I never knew there were so many Indigenous people in the city. At my school my siblings were the only Indigenous family and I thought Native people only lived on reserves. This is what the immediate affect of Oka was – me realizing that I wasn’t alone in the city – that my family wasn’t the only Native family. It was comforting knowing that. That summer has never left my mind or my heart. I will always remember my mom showing us what it meant to be part of a community and how to show support by offering what we could – our home, our resistance, and our presence. As an adult I’ve become aware of the ongoing colonialism which relentlessly seeks to sever Indigenous ties to their lands and Oka is still always on my mind.