When you have a child, you have opened yourself up to a world of every single possibility. I don't say that in the broad sense. I'm saying it in the literal sense. A child's ways and imagination is so vast, so endless, that you couldn't prepare yourself for the barrage of questions and/or experiences.
My son is obsessed with yoyos. Now, for better or worse, I'm obsessed with yoyos. Who knew there was so much to know about yoyos? I mean, it was wood or plastic and a sting.
No. Yoyos are so much more. There are bearings, responsive yoyos, non responsive yoyos. Plastic (delrin), metal (steel, titanium,aluminum...), it's nuts!
So, because I love my son and feign interest in whatever he is in to, I love yoyos. It's true though. I even ordered one for myself. I love the colors and textures and patterns and don't get me started on the strings!
I could link a bunch of videos showing Japanese kids yoyoing. I could roll off the names of world champions and talk about the folks we've met. Every single person I've met who is involved with yoyoing has been a wonderful, kind person.
So, that's all, even though it's quite a bit. Yoyoing is now my thing and I'm excited about it. I'm gonna throw one name out there for you to google. He's a great kid and my son's inspiration. Tyler Severance.