If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
The definition of the word research gives no clue at all of what a satisfying pastime it can be.
diligent and systematic inquiry or investigation into a subject in order to discover or revise facts, theories, applications, etc.
I’ve loved research my whole life. I can remember reading books at a very young age and wondering what it would be like to live in the time or place in the book. I wanted to know about them. The people, the places, the culture (even before I knew what that word meant).
I had quite an active imagination (if I do say so myself) and would act out the stories. I was Pippi Longstocking having glorious adventures. I was Jo in Little Women yearning to be a writer. I traveled across the plains with Ma and Pa Ingalls. The library was absolutely my favorite place.
I learned about the encyclopedia and how it answered my questions. But even better, it created more! Questions. Answers. Learning became an addiction. I began to understand that the world was a much larger place than my neighborhood. People were far more interesting because they were not all like me.
I would read anything. My brother tells people that I would read a Ketchup bottle if I couldn’t have a book at the dinner table. I once received a cookbook for Christmas and spent the day reading it. My cousins thought I was bonkers.
I don’t think I can fully explain how much I love to read. I will read, literally, anything. I collect pamphlets on vacation. I have a Kindle app on my phone. Wikipedia is the first thing I bookmark when i get a new computer. I can’t throw away my junk mail without reading it!
But I learn…so much. Sometimes I think my brain will overload. But it won’t. Finding out what we don’t know expands the capacity of the brain. The more stuff we put in, the bigger the storage space gets. Brilliant!
And all that reading led me here. To a business based on research. To a blog about words. And the joy of being able to dispense knowledge to you, my lovely readers. For that is what research is really all about. Learning new things so you can teach others.
What were your favorite books as a child? And did they create a thirst for research?