I was one of those kids who constantly wanted to know why. And why, why. I spent hours and hours watching the sea. The stars. Wanted to know what they were, and why. Basically, that flavor of childish curiosity pretty much turned me into to what I am today: challenging briefs, finding patterns, plotting plans. Always trying to find the why.
It was a bit startling and confronting to see that my sister’s oldest Oscar is made in the same mold. He tried out a 100 year old telescope this weekend. Discovered that it can blow up or shrink things. Now he wants to point it at the stars, like I do. But he needs to wait till it gets dark. And that is way past bedtime.
Life is unfair….
