By Kira Wronska Dorward Local Journalism Initiative Reporter It was 1999, I was 14 years old, the draw was between my best friend and me. Like most teenage boys we were fiercely competitive, wanting to best each other at every turn. But this one was a big one. We were in Ausuittuq (Grise Fiord). I had joined the Canadian Junior Rangers to try new things and learn new skills, but also because it came with opportunities for travel. I loved my tightknit community, but like most young people I was eager to visit new places and meet new people. The leader explained that only one of us could go to Iqaluit as a Junior Ranger for the celebration. At the time, I didn’t grasp the historic importance of the event,…