My granddaughter and I held hands as we walked into a museum.
“Where shall we venture first?” I asked.
“Over there!” She pointed eagerly. We wandered toward ‘The Origins of Man’ exhibit. She released my hand and pushed her young face against the glass screen.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“Our ancestor” I said.
“Ancestor…?”
“Millions of years ago, humans were creatures like this.”
She pondered this for a moment.
“Why?” She asked.
I explained. My answer was put into simple terms for the benefit of the both of us. I was amazed by her intrigue and her big caring eyes made things easy to say.
She grabbed my hand and led me to the next exhibit which was called ‘The First Man’.
“How long did it take a monkey to become a man?” She asked.
My knowledge was again weak. I luckily remembered reading during the war some years back that the first men had been traced roughly two hundred thousand years into the past. She remarked that the caveman in the exposition was between our two heights; I was impressed by her observance.
“Why do you think that is?” I asked.
“Evolution…?” She answered.
I laughed for she was a good student. I told her with my scarce knowledge on the matter why she was correct.
Her curiosity seemed endless as she continued to lead me from exhibit to exhibit. Eventually we reached the final exhibit, ‘The Modern Human’. By this time my interest was invested solely in my granddaughter.
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