Looking back on my childhood I remember spending time with my father as he worked around the house, ran errands, and traveled. I am told that my favorite two words as a child were “what’s that?”. Every time we were together I was given the unique opportunity to learn something new because, as it seemed, he had all the answers. He himself was a curious boy which caused him to never settle for a quick response. As a result, he was always digging up a deeper understanding. What was distinctly unique and frustrating about our relationship was that he never just told me an answer. He would ask questions in return that caused me think for myself, and implore my own understandings. It was never easy getting to the bottom of something with him. There were times where his questions would frustrate me to the point of anger. I just wanted to know! Looking back I value this relationship. I have adopted his inquisitive nature of always asking questions when I was given an answer.
William Dare 