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Writer's Block: When I Was Young

What do you miss most about being a kid?

Nothing. For me, being a kid bit the wax tadpole, in every possible aspect. School most of all. Now my focus is creating an environment for other kids where it doesn't suck quite so bad.

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Jun. 23rd, 2009 07:24 pm (UTC)
Now my focus is creating an environment for other kids where it doesn't suck quite so bad.

As much as I hated school as a kid, I don't think I'd change it. Even the bullying. I would certainly hate being in the system now, where the challenge and competition get tossed out due to normalization in the classroom.

I'd be so freaking bored out of my skull I'd probably go mental.
Jun. 23rd, 2009 07:43 pm (UTC)
I believe it's possible to bring back the challenge and opportunity for growth and healthy competition without having school be a place of daily terror. I honestly am surprised there are not more violent incidents, as bad as things are out there.
Jun. 23rd, 2009 08:03 pm (UTC)
If anything, schools are going to get worse. You didn't have school shootings in your generation. Why? Because you went out to the school yard, he hit you, you hit him back. Done. Now the non-offensive and non-violent intervention and fight prevention allows rage and anger to stew and simmer until it boils over.

Of course, for me to hit back, I would have had to bribe two classmates to hold the offender down...
Jun. 23rd, 2009 09:53 pm (UTC)
I don't really miss anything about my situation from childhood. What I do miss are certain facets of my personality that fell by the wayside. Most obvious was my capacity for being excited and impressed. Compared to the stoic I've been most of my life, I was almost manic-depressive. Now I sometimes feel like I've been bored and feigning otherwise for years.

The other big aspect I miss was my proliferation of poetry. I used to write a rhyming poem every day. Then my homework increased to fill the time. By the time I felt free enough to resume, the urge was largely gone. I became too much of a perfection to write like I had been writing, so I didn't write more than about one poem a year. Thank heaven for the Net awakening me to other outlets for creativity.


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