Friday, March 7, 2008

Sandbox Scars

Somewhere in the world, a little boy is playing in a sandbox. He's completely unaware of the world around him. He's unaware of corruption, death, evil. He's unaware that life will be more complicated than a 16-piece giant puzzle. He's unaware that, when he's a teenager, he'll have to worry about rejection and puberty and wanting to be accepted by everyone. He's unaware that he's going to meet people that will make his life more complicated yet much more exciting. He's unaware that, after high school, life will become even MORE complicated as he now has to decide between college or to stat living in the real world right away.
A little kid doesn't have to worry, but he still has it worse.
He has it the worst because he's about to have all of his innocence taken away from him in a matter of years.

I know I always say things about wanting to be young again, but there are some wounds that you just shouldn't have to re-open.

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