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Ever since I was a little girl and could barely talk, the word 'why' has lived and grown along with me. It's a well-known fact that children ask questions about anything and everything, since almost everything is new to them. That was especially true of me, and not just as a child. Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions. That wasn't necessarily bad, and I must admit that my parents patiently answered my questions until. until I started pestering strangers too. Not all people can stand being bombarded with children's questions.
I have to admit that it can be annoying sometimes, but I comfort myself with the thought that 'You won't know until you ask', though by now I've asked so much that they ought to have made me a professor.