What was I doing at 8 years old? As I recall, I was likely blowing up G.I. Joes with firecrackers and bottle rockets. Please don't tell my mom.
There were also trees to climb, grapevines to swing on and many, many bike rides - usually a little too far beyond the point where my mom told me I could go.
And those were typical summers during the long-gone days of my youth.
Not once did my self-centered brain stop and think about how I might help someone.
But right here in Campbellsville, we have an 8-year-old who's doing just that.