When I was child, I had many flights of fancy. Actually, the word “fancy” does not do my fleeting, sudden interests justice. Obsession is really the only apt word. And "was" isn't completely honest, as my obsessive nature has not diminished over time. am nothing if not curious, and too a nearly obnoxious degree. If I don't know, I MUST know, and it cannot be put off for even one single second. As much as I try my best to control it, I have always been a mute, helpless slave to my whims, at least as they pertain to gathering and hoarding random facts and information. Somewhere in my subconscious I seem to constantly be preparing to try out for a quiz show.
