Hi! My name is Naimi Kodali, and I am from Atlanta. Growing up, I would always wonder if all the stories, all the fairytales we were told were actually true. I wondered if we could actually change the world all on our own. Until, I went to celebrate my 6th birthday in an orphanage. And the truth is that I never knew that it was an orphanage- I simply thought all these kids were my friends, and so I wanted to celebrate with them. And perhaphs I didn't understand the spark in their eyes of pure joy that day, but I do now. I remember it everyday I open my phone and see young girls walking miles to go to school. I remember it everyday when I see that another young man has been killed because of the color of his skin. I remember it everytime I see pictures of Yemeni kids starving to death. I remember it everytime I see a woman oppressed in her workplace despite her brilliance simply due to gender. And I don't remember it because it's something nice to remember about when I'm reading the news of what horrors are going on in the world. I remember it, because the only question I've never found an answer to is, where did that spark go? At what age did we put out that spark in our eyes, forget the meaning of love and joy, and loose the most valuable innocence? I don't know. But I hope that while I'm on my journey to figure this answer out, you'll join me at the destination.