People often ask me if it was weird to grow up in Manhattan, to take the subway to school, to trade in backyards and bicycles for sidewalks and Razor scooters. It wasn’t weird. It was the only thing I knew—growing up in New York felt like the only way anyone could grow up. I couldn’t imagine driving to the grocery store, or driving anywhere for that matter—I still don’t know how to drive. Or ri... Read more