I grew up in the late ’90s with the life that most people would dream about as a kid. My house was a few blocks from the best beaches...

My dad and brother worked on our farm while my mom owned and operated the local grocery store. Our house was attached to the store...

I can still remember the smell of the city streets before there were cars. Trams and horse-drawn carts trundled past...

That year, there was a massacre in an eastern village. Nearly 600 were killed with sprays of bullets and machetes...

As a kid, I was very quiet and shy, living in my dream world and imagining how it would be to live with the whales under the water...

When I was young, my parents moved to Minnesota, to a town of 600 people. So, from the start, I was raised a bit separate from society...