Many children experience playing in a sandbox. I enjoyed my earliest when I was a toddler in Glen Cove, Long Island. Here’s a photo of me and my brother with matching plaid playsuits. He was working on a clay pot and was beside a washed-out sandbox on our street. My mother wanted us dressed in style for every activity. On this day, I knelt across from him, head-to-head, as his skillful hands made magic. I don’t remember ever thinking we were as different as a girl and a boy.
