The hassles and obligations of being an adult often make me wish that I was still a child growing up in my beautiful Puerto Rico. A wise educator once said:  “It is not that men quit playing because they grow old but men grow old because they quit playing.” WOW – there is so much truth to that statement. It is not a coincidence that my favorite memories bring me back to a rural neighborhood of Puerto Rico: the streets, the school yard, and a nearby rundown basketball court with concrete floors, no nets, and rusty metal boards. In these places, I learned to play, to be active, to socialize, and to become a pretty good athlete. I like to tell people that I was a pretty good athlete since there is no way to refute my argument unless you do some extensive research. Let’s face it – nobody has time for that so just take my word for it.