Misha Smart

I grew up on Piers Island where I was surrounded by tall trees, sandy shores and a salty breeze. I spent my days hunting for crabs, building forts in the mossy forest and riding my bike along the dirt road. I spent my nights swimming in the phosphorescence and sleeping outside, waiting for the next shooting star. I continue to do these things today and encourage anyone taking the time to read this to do the same. These experiences do not tire with age.