I could tell when my city cousin climbed into our station wagon that she didn’t want to come. All the way home Colleen complained about the crowded car and our “dinky” little town. When we arrived at our rambling two-story house, my cousin whined about me sharing a room with my sister and the fact that my bedroom didn’t have a door. “Who doesn’t have a door on their bedroom?” this snarky, pre-teen girl declared.