No young boy can forget the fascination of travelling with his father on a two-wheeler in a big city and the way he would find his way home each time you go out with him. His vehicle can travel faster than you can count the trees on the roadside. It is almost musical to feel the air…
What is scaring, is the way he takes a sharp turn (you dare trying this with your tricycle). Occasionally, if you ask a question in between, he would turn to you and that may upset his rhythm and you say to yourself “ouch!”. Nothing happens. He is calm and just continues to do what he is doing. Finally, he reaches the same road, the only road you can recognize.
After several years of impatience, you finally get a chance to see the city on your own. There is no one travelling with you or no one to ask untimely questions to you the way you would do to your father. You start. You have some idea of the place you want to visit because you have travelled a fair bit on your bicycle by now. However, there is a lot, which you don’t know anything about. Inspite of going through maps, you end up stopping at least three times on the way asking others for directions. You somehow reach your place. You face similar problems on the way back because you have to take a different route. You say to yourself, “this is just not the way”.
You stop for a while. You close your eyes and recollect the unforgettable experience of travelling with your father to unknown places. You recollect how he thinks directions in his mind and easily tells you which way to go. You start again and feel the air again. Very soon, you know that you are on the right track.
You wonder, whether you learnt spatial awareness from your father or it is an instinctive behaviour. You know that your dad could do it, because he has travelled a lot. Then you recognize that you have some instinct and you also have a great dad!