Rumble Strip
I remember a time in high school (the 1980s) when I picked up The New Yorker in the school’s library and leafed through it. I didn’t read the articles, but I attempted to understand the cartoons. I didn’t understand any of them. I was honestly perplexed why they were even included. The very next time I picked up The New Yorker, I understood each cartoon1. What a weird transformation. I am not claiming to have grown to some big-brain levels, but I did grow up more in the time between.