Last week, after I uploaded that picture of me sporting a dorky bowl-cut, I also updated my Facebook profile with the picture.
Obviously, I was instantly inundated with ‘Awww, cute!’ from the girls and ‘Hey Seb, you shaved?’ from the boys. My cousin also replied, and he instantly transported me back to a moment in my childhood. I promised I would track down a photo that I have of me and him, riding some kind of truck. Warning, this is incredibly cute:
I haven’t named him, but if he wants to come here and claim his fame, please do! This picture mirrors the paradigm of our relationship — he was always ‘the bottom’. I would do the pushing around; he would always do my bidding.
This post about my childhood should provide some good background reading for my About page; it will explain my motivations behind what makes me tick today.
The Age of Mobility
Sadly, I’m just kidding. My cousin is 10 months my senior and from what I’m told, I used to follow him around and do whatever he did. That’s why I love that picture so much; it shows that even at a young age, even with kids older and stronger than me, I was developing leadership skills that were to see me to be forever… mounted. I guess, even when I was just a few years old, I had a charisma that could enable me to get away with just about anything.
My childhood is full of stories of me doing crazy things and getting away with it. Until I was 2 or 3, we lived on the premises of a school (my mum was a teacher). When I was 2, I took the keys to a school bus (from the main office), walked outside, climbed into the bus and started it up. I also used to go walking… walking for a long time. Into the woods, around the out buildings. I assume there were people keeping an eye on me, but I really don’t remember!
I’m told I would go and talk to the grounds keepers, or mechanics. I was highly inquisitive as a child, and I’ve certainly kept that trait as I’ve grown up. I like to refer to these first 3 years as ‘the age of mobility‘, as it was the only time in my life where I was so active that it was actually troublesome for my parents to keep up with me. I slowed down a lot once I discovered computers — but computers just gave me access to millions of other people to work into a stupor through sheer charismatic enthrall.
Now have a completely random and adorable black and white picture of me from a photo booth. Aged 1 or 2 I guess — the next frame is of my mother, but I haven’t included it, as I should probably ask her first!
I told you that bowl-cut plagued me…
The Age of Inquisition
I was incredibly inquisitive as a child, often to a fault. That I disassembled over 10 video machines as a child is a fact my mother likes to remind me of on a regular basis. I remember sliding my sandwich into the hole, and then taking the machine apart to find out why the sandwich had stopped it from working. Later, as I became brighter, I would take them apart just try and work out what each bit did. I located and interrogated the capacitors, the integrated circuits, the magnets. While I stopped destroying video machines after a few years, I’m probably still the best person to ask for help if you have a faulty one (but I don’t think anyone has one any more, do they?) Maybe I should ask my mum if I can take apart the DVD player… or three.
When I wasn’t at home taking apart radios, washing machines and video players, I would be asking why? every 30 seconds. In the car, in my pram, walking — Why mummy? Why is it like that?
That trait still plagues me today, although my knowledge of the world is so vast now that asking why? rarely rewards me with an answer. Now I have to find out things for myself; I have to tear down reality and poke around at the mechanics of the world — and people — to find out the answers I so desperately need.
That’s the main reason I travel: to see new environments and new cultures. I won’t be content until I know what makes everyone tick. It’s that kind of general knowledge that draws people to me for advice, and why I’m often considered wise.
A lot of people today are quite happy just to accept things they see and experience as given. When they ask Why? they are content with an answer of Because. I couldn’t imagine living in a world where everything happens just because. Cars whiz by, planes roar overhead and data is transferred across the span of the world at the speed of light — don’t you want to know how it happens?
I guess the next update on my childhood has to be of my teenage years… Maybe I can just get away with a crappy picture of me as a teenager, and leave it at that. Hmm.