lost childhoods

 

in the depths of darkness, you'll find an oasis of growth. a place where children learn to learn and build moments they'll cherish forever. a place to burn time but have genuine, harmless, and fruitful fun.

where did that go? when did the kids stop waiting to grow up? when did the divide between childhood and adulthood become merely financial and responsibility-based? when did kids decide to stop being kids and actually stopped?

it's painful because it's not in our hands, but it will soon be. we need to do better, somehow.

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