I was never really a mischievous child. I was the kid that constantly had earbuds in, spent my weekends in my room, and would have my books taken away if I ever did anything worthy of being grounded. The common tropes of young hooligan’s shenanigans portrayed in television and by my peers was not my cup of tea. In fact, I did not have my first experience with the ole, reliable “ding-dong di...
