Going as far back as my memory will possibly allow me, I remember my dad always giving me “history lessons” growing up. He would tell me some random historic fact or story about who knows what…all the time. It was constant. Ironic that I would end up with a Bachelor’s degree in history and culture? I suppose my dad just had that big of an impact on me, despite my eye rolling and giggling as he’d teach me about history throughout my childhood. Secretly, I loved it. My dad was, and still is, a history buff and that’s where I got it from. I love history and everything that it teaches us. I guess you’d say it’s no surprise that my endless history knowledge would inspire my heart dog’s name. Let me share with you the origin of “Wynston.”