When I was a kid growing up in Duluth, Minnesota, my world consisted of long snowy winters, summer days at the lake, picnics near Enger Tower and day trips to the zoo. My sisters and I spent our time after school playing with our friends, who lived on the same block. We would hang out at the high school across the street from our house, where we would fly our kites, work our lemonade stands and lay in the grass, while we watched the planes fly overhead and looked for animal patterns in the sky. Sundays were spent at my grandmothers house for Sunday dinner. She lived about an hour away and driving to her town, always felt like a long journey. My world back then was very simple. Simple and small. I knew nothing else at that time and I was content with staying in our little neighborhood in West Duluth, living my life year after year. Then we moved to North Dakota and my world became a little bit bigger.