As a child, I had adults around me who were active – I don’t recall anyone specifically working out, but my mom walked everywhere, and my step-dad was frequently outside working in the yard.  My older sister would ride her bike with a close friend, and my dad would take me and my brother and sister roller skating.  On weekday evenings in the summer, my mom, brother, and I would walk from our home to church for choir practice or to the library about a mile away.  At the library, we’d pick out books and, sometimes, movies, and then we’d walk the mile back home.  None of this was labeled exercise.