In the spring of 1983, while attending school in Boyle Heights, CA, the basketball coach asked if I would like to attend a boys’ camp located in the Sierra Nevada Mountains during the summer for two weeks. The first question I asked the coach was “How much does it cost?” He told me it’s free. I had to ask this question. My dad worked the nightshift at a shipyard in San Pedro, CA and my mom ran the household. Although my dad was working fulltime, we barely had enough money to cover the necessities and didn’t have the extra money to splurge on movies or a weekend getaway, much less pay for a two-week camping trip, which is why I had to ask how much it would cost to attend.