M says he wants to be a child again. Children are amazing, he says. They have big imaginations with unlimited possibilities, unlimited questions that the adults never know the answers to. Children are ignorant of what M and I know. That’s why they’re happy, happy with the little things they know.
Maybe we don’t need to know all that we know. Does a four year-old want to know that people kill for power, for money, for dominance? Does she want to know that friends can turn into enemies? Does she really want to know why the sky is blue?
We like to call children innocent. We like to think they can be protected forever, that they can be unharmed, untouched, invulnerable, invincible.
How can we protect them? How can we protect ourselves…weren’t we once looked after too?
Who’s going to protect us?