As I was growing up, fencing involved "bob wahr," 6-foot steel posts and rides in the trailer behind the tractor. And a great deal of salty language.

Now, thanks to Younger Daughter, fencing involves weapons, masks and plane tickets. And a certain amount of strong language.

Different worlds, indeed. I have a foot in each, and sometimes feel as though I'm being ripped in half. I wouldn't trade it, though.