I was born in Jerusalem to American archeologists. My childhood summers consisted of free-range exploring all over my parent’s dig in the southern part of Israel. We lived in tents and ate in a makeshift mess hall tent next to an old bus, converted into a kitchen. I was the kid who had the job of handing out the mail from the archeology students’ boyfriends and girlfriends back home. I loved this important role of delivering happiness to each person.