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When I was five I was more alive then now. I was told I was a child then. Adults new best; was what I heard, and trained to see that clear. By ten I questioned the things I was taught. How could I be wrong because my age wasn't ripened? I knew that analogy better then adults could see. I had heard of those that didn't like children, the ones that couldn't connect. I never could understand that true, because I was young and knew they had been young too. When I was ten I decided I would never hate children. I knew I was a child too. But time flies and now I cry because I'm not the same. I was taught that your elders always knew best. But now I'm bested by the children and it leaves my heart with stress. If it weren't for who I knew I'd be I would hate to see a child. 12 years of teachers and I think I was smarter before I was taught. If we hate the children, we're teaching them to hate elders too. When they become the elder, you'll be living by their care. How could they love you the way you need, when they had needed your love too.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
We are adults when we can think
When I was five I was more alive then now. I was told I was a child then. Adults new best; was what I heard, and trained to see that clear. By ten I questioned the things I was taught. How could I be wrong because my age wasn't ripened? I knew that analogy better then adults could see. I had heard of those that didn't like children, the ones that couldn't connect. I never could understand that true, because I was young and knew they had been young too. When I was ten I decided I would never hate children. I knew I was a child too. But time flies and now I cry because I'm not the same. I was taught that your elders always knew best. But now I'm bested by the children and it leaves my heart with stress. If it weren't for who I knew I'd be I would hate to see a child. 12 years of teachers and I think I was smarter before I was taught. If we hate the children, we're teaching them to hate elders too. When they become the elder, you'll be living by their care. How could they love you the way you need, when they had needed your love too.
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30/M/Long Beach
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
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