It was
wonderful! And sometimes scarey too for a sheltered English child.
Just behind the apartment we lived in, there was a forested area that went on for miles - we were warned not to stray too far because if we got lost we might not get found again (being kids we believed this!) - and things like poison ivy, snakes and rabid foxes to avoid.
I went on my first ever organised summer camp in the Laurentian Mountains

- canoes on the lake, mountain walks, singing round the camp fires in the warm evenings, crafts activities, etc (didn't want to go home!).
I learnt to be less parochial in my attitudes and assumptions, definitely A Good Thing. Being welcomed by the Canadians so kindly has made me try to follow their example when I meet strangers.
Canada did wonders for our social confidence too. The other kids thought it was special to have an English accent!
I learnt to value England and family much more than I would if I'd never left them.
Though you wouldn't expect a child to feel strongly about landscapes, I really missed the hills, green and beaches of England. It felt very odd and sad not to be able to visit the rest of our clan as we'd normally have done - we used to see different family members and long term friends about 3 times a week in England.
Our lives would have been much the poorer without that 10 months away. You might think of it as an early "gap year"!