As a child, I was always a bit of a trouble-maker. In middle school, my riotous laughing fits earned me more green slips (disciplinary letters sent to parents) than any other student I knew. In high school, I was kicked out of driver’s education for creating a chaotic uproar of laughter (not a proud moment for my mother, considering she worked for our local driver’s license office). Sometimes my fellow students were laughing at me, sometimes with me. It didn’t matter—we were laughing and it felt good.