Growing up in a middle-class family in Chicago, Illinois, my five siblings and I, along with my parents and my grandmother, all lived under one roof in a modest three-bedroom home. My father worked for an hourly wage for his entire career as a factory worker. Because money was tight for us, we always saved enough for one family vacation a year. This vacation wasn’t extravagant at all, but we all felt it was perfect for our family. Every year, we would go to Door County, Wisconsin, to a campground where we’d camp for a week in tents.
So many good memories were made on these trips, in fact, that we even go there with our family and friends to this day! What I remember most about
