Grady was of a different breed – altogether. He lived a comfortable life as a kid. Few friends, parents that just let him alone and a superb intellect in the subjects he felt deserved attention.
He’d write unusual stories about ‘conceivabilitoriums’ and design futuristic houses. There never seemed to be deadlines and Grady just pieced together the best parts of life to create his inner world of fantasy and Magic.
He’d procrastinate in efforts that weren’t appealing and dive into subjects that had merit, like math puzzles and abstruse words.
Even after his teenage years he could not fathom the use, or need, for negativity of any kind. Perfect freedom was always the base foundation on which everything else was built.