Summer childhood memories! Everybody has them: running around in the sprinklers, making a best friend at sports camp, wasting days away playing Super Mario Kart. Mine, you ask? They involve diving into the Mediterranean Sea in Greece for spiny, and potentially pain-inflicting, sea creatures — which I would deliver to my anxiously awaiting kin, who would then slurp their reproductive organs and pressure me to do the same. All while coaxing me with a large cold glass of ouzo liquor. I was eight years old.