When I was four years old I decided to challenge conventional notions of the human limit by flying through a glass window. The impetus was Superman, whose exploits on television had induced my experiment. Nine stitches and thirteen years later, while I no longer attempt to be stronger than steel or faster than a speeding bullet, I still find myself testing my limits, mental and physical.
It seems that I have spent my life getting into one thing or another. From that ill-fated flight to my recent trials and tribulations trying to repair my personal computer, I try to involve myself in as many things as I can. You could call me curious. Some people are apprehensive about being labeled “curious,” associating the word with mischief and prying, but I think the word fits who I am. After all, “curious” is defined as “eager to acquire knowledge.”
I’m eager. When I was in kindergarten my teacher told my father I was a hyperactive and unruly child. Claiming no kid of his was “hyperactive,” my father promptly took me out of the school. To be honest, Dad wasn’t completely right. I am a person who can never sit still. My sister calls me a time bomb when I drive because my hands are always fidgeting with the radio dials, the air conditioner, and other gadgets. When I want something, I can’t wait. As an anxious eight year old, I remember driving my family nuts in anticipation of that staple of the 80’s family, the Nintendo. I remember spending the night before pitching for my baseball team in the district playoffs polishing my cleats and organizing everything so it would be perfect. Now I spend sleepless nights dreaming about my future—what I’m going to do, where I’m going to be, and how I’m going to get there.
I am eager to acquire knowledge. For my ninth birthday, my father gave me a set of the World Book Encyclopedia. Although I would rather have received a set of transformers, as I look back I realize that my Dad made the right decision. While I have not read every volume of the encyclopedia from cover to cover, it is safe to say that when opened, the books don’t close right back up again. As a kid I made it a practice to read a few pages every day before I went to sleep. The way I look at it, all that trivia is prepping me for Jeopardy!