When I was a little girl, I remember asking an adult a question. This far down the road, I have no idea what I asked, but I do remember my response quite clearly – as well as the resolve that occurred from this experience.
Whatever the adult said to me, it was a stupid answer that made no sense, at least to me as a child, it made no sense and I thought that was stupid.
As I stared up at their face, completely puzzled by why they had given me such an off-the-wall answer, I remember thinking, “When I grow up, I’ll have the answer and know what the child is asking.”