My dad retired from playing football long before I was born and started coaching the sport, along with track and field, when I was around four years old. With three older brothers who all played football as well, it seemed as if I was always at a sporting event. From a young age, I can remember attending the long, hot Saturday track meets.
As for the weekdays I spent in the library, I remember those a bit more fondly. My mom was a librarian at my elementary school, and I would wait for her after class to finish work. That must be where my love for books began. After all, there’s not much to do in a library besides enjoying books. I can still remember sitting on her lap and listening to her read to my kindergarten class when we had group readings in the library.