When I was four years old, my grandfather, Kent Bouldin, passed away. I didn’t know him that well and I don’t have very many memories of him, but he’s pretty popular now.

While he was alive he did a little thing called “Basket Brigade” where he filled up baskets with food and brought them to people’s homes. Here's a photo from one Basket Brigade when I donated my baby clothes to a family that had a baby. The lady is a volunteer for my grandfather's Basket Brigade.

When I was around five, my mom started it up again here in New Hampshire. She calls it “Shire Sharing” as in the last five letters of New Hampshire. No one understood the name, but we still got a lot of people to help. This is a photo from our first Shire Sharing.

Every year for as long as I can remember, my mom goes crazy trying to get enough money for her goal. The first time we fed about 50 households, and we got to 600 last year.

My friends come too, and it’s really fun for them. There’s balloon twisting and tons of space to play, and we help out with the bags as well. Being with my friends while knowing that I’m doing something good for someone who needs it is a wonderful experience.