My germ-phobia started at age 10 when my father contracted hepatitis from some tainted water in my hometown. Because it was a highly communicable disease, my mother had my brother and me on high germ alert. We washed our hands so much, we put Lady Macbeth to shame.
Consider that the flu virus can survive for two or three days on computer keyboards, germs live on our hands for two to 24 hours and we touch our hands to our faces -- the germ super highway to our guts -- once every three minutes.
I have a different relationship with water since moving to Cornfield Creek, off Maryland's Magothy River. I moved here after three decades of city living, which involved -- among other things -- not thinking about water very much.