Confession: Growing up my idea of a good time was a trip to the library, reading young american biographies, and paging through survival books.

I loved playing in the creek, catching crayfish and minnows, cracking acorns open and pulverizing the meat, learning different knots, stringing twine and sharpening the end of sticks to make a bow and arrows - all while pretending I was the kid from My Side of the Mountain. I just needed a pet peregrine falcon to complete my ensemble.

Also.

I never understood the obsession with that talking sponge or barbies.