I remember a moment — vague around the edges, but bright in the center — when

I remember a moment — vague around the edges, but bright in the center — when I realized that adults weren’t omniscient. That their confidence didn’t equal truth. That certainty could be its own kind of ignorance.

It wasn’t dramatic. It was subtle. A teacher dismissing a question. An adult contradicting another adult. A biblical story that suddenly didn’t make sense.

I felt the floor shift a little.

Not enough to fall through — but enough to know the world had cracks.

This was the beginning of doubt. Of independence. Of a mind that would eventually leave fundamentalism behind and shape itself around curiosity instead of fear.