This is separate from what it is to have a mentor, or someone who guides you through a process.
Instead, I'm talking about the first person you saw doing something and thought, "Hmm. Maybe for me, someday."
In my case, it was a history teacher. He loved his pipe between classes and smoked it constantly, puffing away in the courtyard. He had a nice pipe, from memory probably a Peterson or Dunhill, but smoked drug store tobacco. It smelled delicious however.
My brain filed that away for some time in the future... I often think of him, happy with his pipe, and wonder what tobacco it was.
Instead, I'm talking about the first person you saw doing something and thought, "Hmm. Maybe for me, someday."
In my case, it was a history teacher. He loved his pipe between classes and smoked it constantly, puffing away in the courtyard. He had a nice pipe, from memory probably a Peterson or Dunhill, but smoked drug store tobacco. It smelled delicious however.
My brain filed that away for some time in the future... I often think of him, happy with his pipe, and wonder what tobacco it was.