Uncommon (which is a lovely little corner of the internet, thanks again to Diana for directing my attention to it!) asked for our favorite memory of summer camp last week. I wrote:

At the end of Girl Scout camp, the counselors handed out personalized awards to each of the girls. I was deemed “Most Inquisitive.” As this wasn’t yet in my seven-year-old vocabulary I asked, “What does inquisitive mean?” With my counselors’ roaring laughter, I quickly became aware of the irony, and it’s not lost on me to this day.

In some ways, I’ve never stopped asking questions…