I never quite realized how much heritage I have in Provo. I guess I never really looked. But once I decided to dig up my roots, I was happily surprised. I started with my parents, being that my father grew up here and he met my mother at BYU. I discovered that monotonous places I had seen time and again became full of life and history. I saw where they first met, where they lived, and where they went on dates. Some buildings they knew no longer stand - but the places are still full of charm. As a result of this experiment, I fell in love with the story of my parents courtship, however simple it may be, with Provo, and while working with them to uncover stories and find locations I gained a new and deeper appreciation for them and who they are individually.