Being born and raised in Florida, I didn't see snow until the age of nine while visiting my aunt for Christmas. For an entire week, I spent twelve hours a day playing in the freezing weather. Sledding, snowball fights, building snowmen and snow forts, making snow angels, and sucking icicles with my cousins was a blast until I came down with 104 degree fever. Thankfully, the upcoming summer spent with my northern cousins had a different effect. That summer, we went wild berry picking every single day. I thought that I died and went to heaven. I never had fresh berries except strawberries until then. We gathered blueberries, blackberries, thimbleberries, strawberries, and elderberries and ate as much as we picked. My aunt baked scrumptious cobblers, pies, and tarts with the wild berries along with jams, jellies, and compotes. Watching her bake all those beautiful desserts inspired me to learn to cook and especially to bake. My first attempt was making a strawberry pie, and I've had something baking in the oven ever since.