My childhood was a fun-filled world, a world of fiction, where my thoughts could be brought to life with little effort. Like Samuel Clemens' Tom Sawyer, for whom the make-believe became real, I saw made-up things. I remember seeing the Easter Bunny hop past the open door to my bedroom as I lay in bed waiting for his arrival. Years later I would prefer images of Bunny Glamazon; that's another story.
But my simple understanding of life was fitting for my young age. It was in my best interest that my childhood would be immersed in ideas such as the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and God. I wonder what my life would have been like had I been exposed to reality from an early age. I am glad that I was sheltered. Fantasy builds character. Even wild dogs shelter their young with a puppyhood of carefree play and joy. To be thrown headfirst into the concretes of sex, birth, life, and death - without a good imaginary perspective - would be entirely ruinous.
I like to talk about my childhood.
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Breaking Young Divinities
Подростковая литератураA candid and spiritual coming-of-age tale about a boy who grows up in the housing projects of 1980s Toronto and comes to grips with young adulthood in the 1990s. He lives a sheltered childhood until high school, where he meets Jen, a mysteriously tr...
