Some people say that the view through a child's eyes isn't worth all that much.
It's an adult world and our opinions don't count until they're old enough to be given credibility. That's the way it is and there's nothing we can do about it. The sensible ones hold on to their childhood feelings like treasures, others forget them whilst they shake off every shred of immaturity about them; trying to live in a world before their time. Some remember every detail of their upbringing, some little or none at all and then there are those who will admit to neither. It's an adult world, and there isn't a place for the young of heart, the youthful mind. Memories are trodden on, dismissed and disapproved of. We are all born eighteen year olds.
Some people don't know what the hell they're talking about.
I learnt everything that I'll ever need to know when my mind was innocent enough to absorb it all. When you looked with your child eyes, your sight fell upon each and every feeling that you'd ever had to put a name to. Before you aged enough to understand the complexities of adult life; the taboos, masks and emotional claustrophobia, you felt that you knew everything. You felt like a King. Though the world changes and the binds of conformity tighten, you've never forgotten that feeling of mental invincibility. There are so many memories that cannot be removed from your mind, - not by force, not by social pressure, not even by Hyne himself, I'd wager - and these were just the building blocks of your time. With each discovery you made, you grew up a little more; like a flower under the swell of rainfall. You're an adult now, but your childhood was a molding not a sordid, shameful past.
Perhaps you had a more intricate family situation than other children and maybe you have more justification for shame than most.
Doesn't that count for something?
