When I was a little kid, some of my favorite memories involved helping my grandfather outside. Sometimes we were in the garage. Sometimes we were in the garden. Other times, we were just out in the front yard.
The most important part was helping, and learning how things worked.
He was a very hands-on kind of person; always working with tools, taking things apart, putting them back together, and with a kind of quiet curiosity about how things worked, at all times. I might not have understood it at the time, but as I've gotten older, I've really appreciated how he sparked that insatiable curiosity in me, as well. I will never, ever know all the answers to all the questions I have, and that's OK; it just means I'll keep on looking and learning. That's a good way to live, in my opinion.
