I was born in North Dakota. Not too many people in the world can say that. While I only lived there until just a week or two before my third birthday, I have memories of that place.
I know that some of those memories were imprinted through trips back to the great northern plains while others must have been learned from my parents who often spoke of the place and even more often spoke of the people who they loved so much.
I’m also pretty sure that some of my memories are fully my own and absolutely from that place and those early years of my life in Kulm.
Sometimes I wonder if my love for wide open spaces and huge quantities of fresh air might have been born into me there.