I used to be a sponge.
I mean, I used to be interested in anything and everything and would ask my questions, however silly they are. I used to love to listen and would look with awe and wonder at the speaker, a sponge, taking in everything, what is being said, what is not being said, what I felt, what the speaker would want me to feel .
I used to be interested in stories and explanations and people.
But time intervened and with knowledge came… disinterest.