With Father’s day approaching I think back on some of my fondest memories with my Dad growing up. Growing up in a broken home I only saw Dad on Sunday’s basically, when he would pick me up for the day visitation. Every visitation he would plan a different place to go. We explored museums, cultural events, zoos and never ending entertainment. While I am sure much thought went into the day explorations, growing up in the Pittsburgh, Pa area provided many cultural opportunities. Many times as a young child I would find myself bored with historical sites and museums. Now as an adult I visit them myself and appreciate the knowledge gained. After all, visiting historical sites in person is better than sitting as a young child listening to a teacher tell his or her version of it. In person I can get a perspective on size, smell and interpret my on vision on what took place back in time.
Recently I booked a trip to Washington, DC, which brought back many memories of the times I spent with my Dad on the weekend. I now fully appreciate the wanderlust and adventure he stirred up in me.
Looking up the definition of wanderlust below is a quote I found:
Now I realize I have inherited the DRD4 gene from my father. Wanderlust is a condition that can only be cured by traveling MORE
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