Through my work as a journalist, I get to ask questions for a living. But as a little girl, I was often called nosy. ‘Why?’ and the infamous ‘how come?’ were a regular part of my vocabulary.
I was the one who did well in school (even though to be honest I didn’t enjoy it). My name appeared on the honor roll every semester and I eagerly raised my hand to answer the teacher’s question, every time. I prided myself on knowing the answer to the questions asked of me and getting it right.
But there was one major question I did not know the answer to: what do you want to be when you grow up?