When I was a little child, I could hold forth on my own about anything and everything under the sun. I could talk nineteen-to-the-dozen about whatever. I had an opinion on all the things that were around me. The world didn't scare me.
I can't do that anymore. Part of growing up meant I had to come to terms with my own ignorance. I don't necessarily understand the things happening around me. Often, I am stumped by the question "Why?"
The older I grow, the less I know.