When I was a child, my grandparents retired to a rural lake in North Carolina. By rural, I mean the middle of nowhere. Each summer, I spent weeks with them, long days marked by the simmering heat that seemed to radiate through my body as I circled my bike around and around on their concrete patio. I loved being with my grandparents, but most days, I woke up to navigate a child’s worst nightmare: nothing to do.

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