What you’ve done your whole life that you never knew was wrong?

this is a trick question, on par with "what are your weaknesses" at an interview. never acknowledge anything, change subject.

I eat my peas with honey; I've done it all my life. It may seem kind of funny, but it sticks them to the knife.

When I first started working, I never used to take lunch to work. I was in my early 20’s when I realised that Lunch was a regular meal that most people ate every day. I had genuinely grown up thinking that if you got lunch it must be because you had either, just been to church or it was a special occasion - I grew up in poverty in a community that was also generally pretty poverty stricken, so lunch just wasn’t really a thing that happened consistently. I lived around the corner from my school and mum had told my school to send me home at “lunch break” so I’d go home not really fully comprehending that this was an actual meal time. Additionally, I often did not go to school because there were a lot of days where my mum wouldn’t get out of bed and I didn’t know what day of the week it was or the time. One day though randomly she turned up at school in a super hyped up mood, with a lunch that included a really massive sandwich and some cakes and she came into my class in front of everyone to give me this lunch and made a big song and dance about it, and then she left. I remember being like, “wow something really good must have happened”. When I was a teenager a lot of the kids didn’t take lunch to school, we had a cafeteria where you could buy food at lunch break, but I was a poor loner and spent lunch break in the library doing extra-curricular science projects. It’s not necessarily wrong - but it was a significant learning point in my life when I realised my level of deprivation as a kid actually really shaped my experiences and perspectives. Even now, I’m always a bit perplexed at how I could have possibly thought that lunch wasn’t a regular thing. I mean, I did see other kids with lunch boxes and stuff but for whatever reason, this observation wasn’t really powerful enough to overcome my lived experience.

Showered in the mornings.

Standing up from a kneeling position. I always struggled with this maneuver, especially as a Roman Catholic altar boy wearing a floor-length cassock, and with age, it became more precarious, so to speak.

One day, the pastor walks into the sacristy, and he's addressing a cadre of young boys. He explains how to get down to the floor, one knee at a time. Then he explains, and demonstrates, exactly how to get back up: you put one foot out to the side, and then you've got leverage and stability to stand right up.

It was like night and day after I started using his advice. I'm glad that I never fell over!