A Time Of Innocence

When you can no longer believe that dreams can and do come true, when you can no longer wish upon a star, when you can no longer get that happy ending, and live happily ever after, then....

#MeTooGoneWild
#NotMeToo

When you strip away all the happy, fun, imaginary, mystical, magical places, we go to in our minds, what do we have left?  What takes over?

When I was a child, I used to watch Romper Room.  Miss Nancy would say her "Romper, Bomper Stomper Boo, tell me, tell me, tell me do, magic mirror tell me today, did all my friends have fun at play?  Then she would name various children, she could see through that magical mirror. She was very convincing.  I believed she could really see them, and me.  Still wonder about that.

Then, there was The Millionaire, with John Beresford Tipton.  A million dollar check, in an envelope, would be dropped in your mailbox, anonymously.  OK, confession, I would go to our mailbox every now and then, to look for that check.  I believed it could, and hoped it would happen to me.  Confession, still looking.

Anybody remember Winky Dink And You?  Every child, sent away for their special kit.  The kit had a plastic screen, that stuck to the TV tube, with static electricity. They were the pioneers in interactive programming.  Crayons were used to draw pictures, on the screen.  Everyone watched, helped with the adventures and had fun.

It was a time of hope, a time of innocence. Today, I fear we have lost that time. Today we have division, fear, chaos and hate.  Today we have computers, that replace human socialization, and squash our ability to feel for one another, or just to feel at all.

What happens when a society becomes void of feelings?  Is it OK to ruin a family's life, just to advance your control, and power, over a Country?  Is it OK to fight with each other in the streets with no regard for human life?  Is it OK when #MeToo says we won't allow, and puts their own bad spin on everything that was good?  Is it OK to strip away our fairy tales, that as children, gave us the chance to hope, imagine and realize that dreams do come true?  Will children, ever be allowed to be children, and enjoy that period of hope, dreams and innocence?

Confession, I'll never grow up and will always believe in Peter Pan!  I refuse to lose My Inner Child!