How I found design

Reflection requires experience.

A student of mine, apparently taken by my enthusiasm for design, once asked me how I had come to the field. This gave me pause, because as I tried to formulate an answer, I found myself pushing further and further into my memory. Finally, I told the student, “It’s a long story,” because I realized it all started when I played in my parents’ gravel driveway as a child.

I think the story is interesting, not because I love talking about myself, but because of how natural a progression it was.  It suggests to me that we really are a blend of our basic individual natures and what experiences we’ve had.