Some people have a great sense of direction; they are just born with it. Others, such as myself, have to work on it. I have overcome many things when it comes to my dyslexia and now I can tell you which way is north, south, east and west with a fair bit of accuracy.
From kindergarten until the third grade I lived near a golf course and would often cut through the fairways at times crawling through drain pipes. It is kind of amazing that I was not killed by a golf ball.
I would leave early in the morning and was, at times, the first one on the playground. I gave myself extra time in case I became distracted looking for four-leaf clovers, errant golf balls or forgot my lunch money, which happened more often than I would like to admit. I always took a different path to school and by second grade I knew where everything was and where all of my friends lived.
When I worked as a rent-to-own repo man in college I learned every nook and cranny of the north side of Fort Smith. Yes it took a bit of getting lost and finding my way back to main roads to accomplish this but to this day you can drop me off anywhere in Fort Smith and I know where I am and I can point out where people lived that never paid their bills on time.
Today my tendency to take the road less traveled infuriates my children and confuses my wife. I love it when my wife says, “I’m glad you know where you are, because I have no idea.” My kids on the other hand accuse me of taking the long way, which is nonsense. You know how I know that? I time my routes. Some people skydive others do crossfit and I time my drive from Fort Smith to Greenwood on Hwy. 71, Hwy. 96 and on my Howard Hill route. I would tell you which one is faster, but I would not want to spoil the surprise.