For the losts childhoods
Where is it? Where has the innocence gone? Where is the childhood? It amazes me, scares me, annoys me…
I see nine year old children knowing more than I did at twelve, children dress like mini-adults while I'm still questioning whether or not I go out in disguise.
It’s incredible what we did with our world. There is so much progress: the technology, the science, and the politics, even the entire society evolves day by day. The only thing in risk in this moment is the most relevant of our lives: the childhood.
Maybe some of you think that I’m being dramatic but it’s the harsh truth. Our childhood is what forms us as people; it’s our first’s steps to the world, our first’s choices, and our first’s mistakes. The times when we could be scientists, presidents, teachers, chefs, rock stars, all at the same time and without failing.
It’s when appears our first’s friends, some betters than others, some more annoying than others, but beyond any fight one remained being friends with that person because… well, just because.
The first’s homework, that made us complain about the so complicated things that they were (add, subtract, read a story, coloring).
Unconsciously, everything that we did was a preparation for the future: the jobs we were going to have, the family we were going to create and the adventures we wanted to have.
We draw a road for ourselves, a pattern to follow. We were showing what we were going to be capable of.
Now, look to the actual kids.
I don’t know if they will have aspirations in life, I don’t see them express themselves except to complain for something. Our constant necessity of being better has made them believe that they need to be better, that’s why they pretend to be prepared for things that aren’t for their age, rushing in something that is so far from them.
I nine year old kids talking about sex like it was nothing; kids that don’t respect adults because they are mini-adults; I see adults that don’t understand their guilt in this process.
I don’t blame the kids (even when some of them annoy me to death) because they do what they think it’s right.
However, when a baby crosses my way I wonder if he will be that way forever: happy, innocent, amazed about the world that surrounds him.
Kids make me sad; they don’t know what they are missing.
For all the lost childhoods.
