Growing up as a Mormon kid in an overwhelmingly non-Mormon part of the country, I got a lot of questions whenever I brought up my religion...or anything related to my religion.
Age 8: "You have to go to church for three hours? Every week?"
Age 9: "What do you mean, 'What's communion?'"
Age 10: "Your mom says you can't play soccer this year because the games are on Sundays?"
Age 11: "You mean you've never had Coke? Ever?"
Age 12: "Aren't Mormons the ones with like ten wives?"
Age 13: "Wait...did you just say your sister lives in Spain?"
Age 14: "How can you call yourself Christian if you don't even believe in the Bible?"
Age 15: "How many wives does your dad have?"
Age 16: "You're a priest? Seriously?"
Age 17: "So what's the deal with the magic underwear?"
Age 18: "Utah? What a random place to apply for college."
Age 19: "You can get expelled for drinking? It's a college, right?"
Age 20: "So does your family practice polygamy?"
Age 21: "You're still a virgin?"
What did it mean to be Mormon? It meant fielding a lot of questions from friends and acquaintances...and desperately trying to downplay how weird the answers were.