I have always been curious. My mom has, over my lifetime, learned to fear three little letters because they usually lead to uncomfortable conversations or arguments. Those wonderful, delightful letters spell WHY. Questions pop into my head ll the time and frequently, I feel the urge to research these burning questions. When I was a kid, this was difficult. I had to ask people, schedule a trip to the library, or scour the house for a book that might have the answer. It's much easier now. Question appears, internet gets searched, and I either move on to deep research of a topic, or happily bounce away with a "So that's why!"
Curiosity, regardless of what people have told me, hasn't killed anything but time. With research being so easy for most of us, it's sad that more people don't ask questions and then search out the answer. Too many people sit and wallow in their ignorance and then spread it around, when three minutes and search engine could disprove a great deal of stupid thought.
In an effort to promote curiosity, I never tell my kids that curiosity is dangerous. If they have a question, like "Why is the sky blue?" or "What World War were the Nazi's in?", we look it up. We talk about; we might even watch a movie or documentary on a topic, but we never, ever say "Who cares?". Learning keeps boredom away. It stretches our world, and it's fun. It's also really easy now to find out why the world is the way it is. I've also never seen a cat killed curiosity. My point is this, why sit there and wonder when you can discover?