When I think of my childhood, I think first of all the hours I spent playing in the dirt. To my childhood self, there was nothing better than upending rocks to look for salamanders, wading into skanky ponds with the hope of nabbing a turtle, or crouched at creek’s edge catching minnows. I spent hours on end fascinated and grimy.
While my parents might not have loved how dirty I became (I could leave an impressive bathtub ring!), it turns out that my time . . . → Read More: Why Getting Dirty is Good for Your Health