Born and raised in Brooklyn, I was so disconnected from nature and to the self. I remember as kid we had the fire hydrants in the summertime to cool down. I remember playing in the middle of the road with incoming cars. I remember going to the beaches of coney island, Riis park, Far rockway. But for the most part, I remember spending most of my time in my cast iron bathtub. My bathtub was my beach. As an adult, I never went back to those dirty beaches. It was pointless, but now in Puerto Rico, the beautiful beaches and rivers are my bathtub. Now my inner child who never…