As a child in a small town, I remember making the mistake of reciting a particularly racist version of ‘eenie meenie miney moe’ in front of my father. It was one of the only times I saw my normally reticent father be driven to anger. Despite the fact that I was only about four or five, and despite the fact that I had no idea what the words I repeated meant, I quickly learned they were wrong and I even understood why. In that moment, I grew. It helped form me as an adult.