I am inquisitive, but it is not simply the conventional I-ask-a-lot-of-questions type of inquisitiveness. Emphatically, I am endlessly curious, inherently agog to searching and discovering. However, time and time again has proven my intuition to be dangerously curious. Trust me when I say this: I am a daredevil, bad-to-the-bone, with no fear of pioneering my own path to acquire more knowledge and satiating my hunger for erudition.
Even through situations that would now prove too juvenile to claim, I am proud to purport that my curiosity drove the best of me. I shake my head in embarrassment, but I confess that a goose had chased me through a village street market in Vietnam when I was six. Surprisingly, I am not surprised; I was curious as
Even through situations that would now prove too juvenile to claim, I am proud to purport that my curiosity drove the best of me. I shake my head in embarrassment, but I confess that a goose had chased me through a village street market in Vietnam when I was six. Surprisingly, I am not surprised; I was curious as