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Dad, why does a spider spin its web?
Dad, why are the clouds shaped like a dinosaur?
Dad, why didn’t that cat make it across the road before it was squished?
The questions of a child. When I was 3 or 4, (in the days when seatbelts were merely an accessory to be tucked back behind the seat, out of the way), I rode with my Dad in our truck. I stood on the seat bench, wedged between his right shoulder and the back of the seat.
And the world was open to me, moving by us almost faster than I could keep up with.
I’m not sure I even waited for the answers. Knowing me as I do, I probably provided most of them myself.
I was quite the fountain of knowledge.
My Dad called me his “commentator on board.”
I credit this foundation for the fact that today, I consider myself a question asker. I learned very young that a curious mind is a wonderful gift to be fed and protected.