This time of year makes me miss the Midwest. With the occasional snowfall, it takes me back to when I was 8 years old. My dad, my sister, and I trudging through our front yard piling mounds of snow in hopes to make the biggest snow fort possible… with a hole just big enough for us to squeeze through. Or the memory of us in high school hooking our sleds on the back of our Jeep and skeeching down country roads in the dark. Or the countless times my Uncle Ron would pull us behin