In August of 1990, I left my hometown of New York City and arrived on a kibbutz in the middle of the Negev Desert where I would join a garin, or a group of young people who work together on kibbutzim and settlements as well as on bases to fulfill our army service.
I have not one -- not two -- but three brothers. As a self-proclaimed tomboy, growing up in a house of video games, little league practices and at a dinner table that resembled an ESPN broadcast, life was heavily male-influenced.
Rich or poor, young and old, we all dream of something different, something better, if only when we gaze at the stars. And, regardless of our lot in life, we can give this perennial question a new answer.