I never will understand why children must come into this world as children and then have the nerve to act like children. As an adult in the role of parent I have reached adulthood by some miraculous propulsion, which somehow avoids the period of one's life known as childhood, or so it seems.
Have you ever noticed that adults never experienced childhood and if we did, we chose to ban it (for reasons each to his own) to the inner depths of one's memories, forever denying that childhood and that period of development known as youth ever existed.
During brief lapses of memory, adults delve into that long forgotten past period to relay sorted sketchy tales pertaining to a period which they refer to simply as "When I was your age!" (whatever age that may be). Then they produce the picture of a hard working, long suffering person who is perpetually self-sacrificing, mixed with continuous references to an almost reverent, God fearing relationship with a peer group known as parents.
According to the adult, childhood is a non-existent "Fantasy-Land"- a "Fairy Tale"that never really existed. Birth occurs and instantaneously is produced a self-reliant, responsible, miniature human being, who is supposed to function in an adult world- as adults, regardless of their age.
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