When I was a kid, no one talked about community. It just was, and it was everywhere—in the fire lane where we’d meet to play football and at the pool where long summer days were spent keeping cool. We found community at school, church, Girl Scouts, youth group, softball practice, etc. Wherever I spent my day, I’d typically end it at home with my sister, mom, and dad.

They were the days before the Internet when we had only four TV channels (five if the weather was right and someone sat in just the right spot in the living room). We didn’t talk about community, we lived it.

 

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