A fairy tale .
Once upon a time there was a happy group of people.
They just lived and had a great time.
Most people had a job.
And the children went to school.
There were children who were good at school and also children who were less good at school.
That was just how it goes .
Not everyone is the same.
There were busy children and quiet children.
When people went out for dinner with their children or when they visited them.
The children sat quietly in a chair.
And they were sometimes bored.
That makes sense.
They had to learn that not everything revolved around them.
It was just like waiting for a red traffic light.
You have to.
They were children and they were allowed to be kids.
They didn't really have to do much.
It was normal for them to go to sports once a week
And they went there because they liked it
Not because other children did this too.
If they didn't like sports, that was good too.
When they started shouting in the supermarket they got a tap on the behind.
They were not given a bag of chips as a sweetner.
The people were happy and so were the children.
And then suddenly everything went differently.
Every child suddenly became a prince and a princess because of such kind of huge big bang.
Life changed drastically.
By a certain upbringing at home and at school.
Turned the children into early adult beings.
And the child almost died out.
Very occasionally there were real children.
Only the children who really had nothing became an exception.
Busy children were kept calm with medication.
And quiet children were made busier.
Children had to go to special people to talk about their deepest feelings.
But they were just kids, and it only made them more unhappy.
The worries in the head got bigger and bigger.
The people slowly disappeared from the globe.
The fairy tale was over.
Or not, somewhere on a small island.
Was a group that let the children to be kids again.
And where again nothing had to and the borders were just there again.
Because boundaries are not wrong.
The most important thing was that there was love and attention for the children.
That someone was home when the children came from school.
And that there was no stress from all the things that had to be done.
And she lived happily ever after.
This is a fairy tale
I just add it because I know very well how nuances and possibilities change everything.
That worry and money make everything different.
That no child is alike.
Oh yes I don't write this to hurt or attack anyone.
Just to think.
Maybe there are interesting things in the text.
Perhaps there is even something in it that could be a bit of truth.
Maybe not .......