Wednesday, 2 April 2008

dear diary sep 19 2003, post dengue

Childhood is really quite awful. Why on earth are we so enamoured with it, who do we yearn back to it, why do we tell ourselves what happy childhoods we had? W're abused, used, terrories, bulleid, scared, forced, ordered ..blah blah blah...

I think I would be a nervous wreck if I had children, imaginging their days at school, their interactions with friends, being bullied in a playground, not knowing an answer, being snubbed or laughed at, being not good enough or even too good. Childhood is scary. I'm glad mine is over.

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