I suppose no one remembers their youngest years. All a blur of unconscious actions you made, mimicking the others around you. All the gifts and attention you wish you'd get when you got older. You wish you had the ability to be irresponsible for your actions. To not feel stress, and only love for everyone around you. The only fault is the need to depend on everyone else to keep you alive.
Life would have less hurt if people were born already grown up. You see all the drug addicts and miserable people in this world and wonder where they were when they were Age 1 and how they were brought up. A mother views her daughter being an exotic dancer and weeps. She never would have guessed her daughter would resort to this by looking at the pure blessing of a child at there first birthday. Only at this age can someone be innocent in both their actions and thoughts.
I wonder where the mothers of killers are. Who was Hitler's mother? Imagine a little German baby. I'd bet the last penny in my pocket that anyone would look at little baby Hitler in awe, not knowing what a demon he was going to become as he grew older and was exposed to the hate in the world.
I remember when I went to Puerto Rico and saw this skinny Hispanic woman knocked out on the side walk. She might have been dead, but I wouldn't have known. I felt so much pity for her. I stared, with a will inside me to help her. My mother looked at her in disgust and said it was all her doing. Even if it was, shouldn't I have the right to feel the pain I felt? Nothing is wrong with a hint of a humanitarianism mentality once in a blue moon. I bet seeing that woman at one year old, she wouldn't have been sprawled out on a side walk passed out, or dead. She looked like she could be in her late twenties or maybe early thirties, but her face looked aged, wrinkled from stress lines. She had smooth, beautiful skin when she was a year old, I bet.
How about those mothers who are jealous of their own children?
...I refuse to use profanity in my work, but if not, believe me. Id have to wash my own mouth with a bar of soap.
Or two.
Anyway, what imbecile could be jealous of such an untainted breath of life? Only an insecure coward.
Besides, why be jealous?
Anyone and Everyone can be beautiful, pure, innocent, and precious at Age 1.
My name is Caroline, and Age 2 will be coming out next week. My email is aayyyaaa@aol.com if you have any subject suggestions.
Feel free to ask questions in your comments. All questions will be answered.
Stay True.
