I'm running through the fields of tall grass, the sun blazing down on my face. Mom says that I need to go in, it's way past my bedtime.
"But Mom! The sun's still up!" I whined.
"Martin, it's 11 pm," she replied. "We're in Alaska now, remember? The sun doesn't go down until really late tonight, and you're already supposed to be in bed. I want you to grow big and strong, and you need your sleep to do that."
I smiled, happy she took the time to reason with me, allowing me to understand that she's trying to help me.
"Okay," I repled. "I guess that makes sense."
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