So this resonates with me. In general I don't have a particularly detailed memory of my early childhood. However, I do recall one day when I was 4 years old si

So this resonates with me. In general I don't have a particularly detailed memory of my early childhood. However, I do recall one day when I was 4 years old sitting at the end of the driveway waiting for my dad to get home from work. I had picked up 2 digit counting from my listening to my mom work with my older sister. As I am sitting there by myself counting and then I got to 99. At that moment something partly clicked and I realized that 3 digits let me continue counting and I could just carry on the pattern. I remember being pretty excited at this and counted for awhile longer ... maybe another 20 or 30 digits and then in a flash I realized that the same thing works when I run out of 3 digits and I intuited the fact that there is really no end to counting. And, even though I didn't have a name for it I remember being kind of awestruck at something that could just go on and on without end. It makes me smile today at 54 to be reminded of that rush of discovery.