Happy

As a child I was a happy little tyrant.

My sanctuary and major avenue for expression was playing in the sandbox that my father built for me. As an adult my computer took its place. Both are made of Silicon.

In grade one I daydreamed. I imagined I was not in a classroom, that the other children, desks, chairs, and isles were actually rocks and plants in a garden with a stream. As the others paid attention to the teacher, I traced maps by free hand.

This is the same eye hand coordination I now use in digital imaging. Its serendipitous and a little bizarre that I acquired this skill in such a different stage in life.

I feel very lucky that such a tool surfaced in my life time.