….. I didn’t want to try and fit the slapping incident or the into my normal routines, the sense of security that all kids need.
Kids don’t want change. They fear change when it’s even a little close to their radar. They depend on stability to keep the vicissitudes of life at bay none of which they know about except for some scary feeling deep inside that tells them there’s a wild beast out there, just outside the boundaries of their lives.
Maybe the fear grows as they become more aware of the the strange behavior of adults; the need to get drunk, the clinging woman or man, the growling resentful wives, needy women lured into illicit affairs by lecherous men. The never ending search for love, you can see it in their eyes. A yearning for some missing ingredient. The spark that will ignite the engines of their lonesome souls.