Thursday, October 27, 2016
Talking With People About When The Innocence Of Their Childhood Was Ruined Forever?
Was it like with me that you learned too early that the world was not what they told you it was. There was no Santa and No God and No Devil and No Krampus (that one hurt because I loves me some Krampus) No ghosts or mummies or werewolves or vampires or Loch Ness Monsters. NOTHING. It's all made up. That's what broke me I think. The realization that I read all that I could on those subjects as a kid and it was useless information. I don't need silver bullets. Or holy water. What a gyp. Made me bitter.
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My parents were likewise realists, but they let us have our little world until we were 7 or 8 I think. Werewolves, Mummies, and Frankenstein were a little different. They let us watch all the old classics as much as we wanted to. They were also movie fans so I guess that fit right in. More afraid of regular people now. Don't need a silver bullet for them luckily.
Nope, just a sharpened stick.
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