As a small child, very small mind you, around 4 years into my life, I was fascinated by my father. He knew everything, came up with an answer for every single question of mine and seemed to know half the population of the earth. I also thought he was the second tallest man in the world after his brother. But the thing I hated about him was that my mother allowed him to cross the road yet always held my hand when I crossed a road. At the innocent age of four, my mother asked me what I wanted to do when i grew up and replied, "I want to cross the road without holding anybody's hand."
I now look back and I always ponder on what makes kids so special. Maybe its their innocence, their charm or its just that their nano size makes them different from us teenagers and adults. I may still be considered a kid but a true kid is one who knows nothing but puzzles us with questions that we never thought. They show us the bare bones of life. So next time a kid asks you a silly question, don't laugh.