Growing up a sports nut who lived up the block from a lake, I spent my childhood outdoors.
As soon as the weather got warm enough, I was running as fast as I could, splashing my way into Lake Panamoka.
To live on a street where hardly any cars passed, on a property big enough to hold a sandbox and a swingset, I took a lot of my childhood freedom for granted. I was living the middle class dream — my father working at a local newspaper and my mom teaching in my school — a lot of kids would have given anything for.
And I had no idea. (more…)