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Most kids obtain the same eye color or a few facial features from their parents, yet I've acquired substantially more: an unquenchable enthusiasm for technology. My dad, an electrical designer, taught me to investigate the world with curious eyes, continually trying to take in more, to see more. I watched him for quite a long time as he took a shot at lift schematics at home, pondering what all the different images and lines implied. I was interested by innovation and needed to know how and why things functioned the way they did.

"How does this toaster function?" "What's inside this VCR?" I was perpetually discontented with the streamlined answers that my guardians here and there provided for these inquiries. So I found numerous responses for myself by investigating and testing.

My play area was a muddle of old circuit sheets, saved electric wire, and a grouping of broken apparatuses. I invested hours dismantling and tinkering with the fortune of devices I discovered lying around our carport. My mom, a first grade educator, saw my scholarly interest and energized my youth investigations. She gave me heaps of brain-opening kids' books, which I readily read. Books like "What Makes Popcorn Pop, and Different Inquiries Concerning...