Letter from the Editor

During the summer when I was a kid, my yard served as the neighborhood gathering place. Kickball, softball, volleyball, dodgeball—you name it, we played it. I spent all my waking hours outside soaking up the sun. A dip in the pool, some basketball in the driveway, twirling baton in the yard, riding bikes down the road, catching fireflies at night. I had no time to waste inside.