My mom and brother tell me that when I was a kid I always had my nose in a book, but here are two dusty old photos that prove it’s not true! Once in a while I’d play a little softball on a summers day, though I could never decide whether I was a lefty or a righty. And below, a picture of me looking gleeful after burying my little brother up to his neck in sand. Apparently you’re not supposed to ever do this, it can really hurt the person getting buried! Luckily, David is still around and didn’t suffer lasting effects beyond getting sand in his swim trunks.