No young boy can forget the fascination of travelling with his father on a two-wheeler in a big city. His father would find a way home each time he went out with him. His father’s motor vehicle can travel faster than he can count the trees on the roadside. The sound of air gushing around his ears feels musical…
What is scaring, is the way his father takes a sharp turn (he dares trying this with a tricycle). Occasionally, if he asks a question in between, his father would turn behind and that may upset his rhythm and he says to himself “ouch!”. Nothing happens. His father is calm and just continues with his gear shifting. Finally, they reach the same road, the only road the boy can recognize.
After several years of impatience, the boy gets a chance to see the city on his own. There is no one travelling with him or no one to ask untimely questions to him the way he would do to his father. He starts. He has some idea of the place he wants to visit because he has travelled a fair bit on his bicycle by now. However, there is a lot, which he doesn’t know anything about. Despite having gone through maps, he ends up stopping at least three times on the way asking others for directions. He somehow reaches his destination. He faces similar problems on the way back because he has to take a different route. He says to himself, “this is just not the way”.
He stops for a while and closes his eyes. He recollects the unforgettable experience of travelling with his father to unknown places. He imagines how his father thinks directions in the mind and easily tells which way to go. He starts again and the air feels rhythmic again. Very soon, he knows that he is on the right track.
He wonders, whether he learnt spatial awareness from his father or it is an instinctive behaviour. He knows that his father could do it, because his father has travelled a lot. Then he recognizes that he has some instinct and he also has a great dad!