I’m glad to see I’m not alone in this feeling.
It’s assumed in our culture: children are innocent and pure. You see it in every advertisement for Oreos, every moral debate about media corrupting youth, Red Cross fundraisers, family movies where the adult learns a lesson about being a good parent… it’s in the creed of our society.
But really now. Don’t you remember back to when you were a kid? I can’t even begin to tell you how many assholes I remember from the playground (many of whom grew up to be likable and decent human beings, by the way). No, when I look back on my own childhood, I see swing sets upon swing sets of inconsiderate twerps, and I include myself in that. I remember once in elementary school: one of my friends threw a rock at another friend’s head. Why? I don’t know. The pure exhilarating joy of it? Back then, causing head trauma was all…
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