i don't have any children and i'm not at all sure i want any. i am positive that i don't want children in any absolute sense, just for the sake of having children. depending on future circumstances, i
might want to have a family, but thanks to my neighbours and the school on avenue Claude Vellefaux, that possibility seems less and less attractive every day.
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At the age of 38, life is still full of wonders and mysteries. 
And, um, I have a train set that I, um, play with  |
i don't have a train set but i do have a few little toy cars (i used to carry one in my jacket pocket all the time, until it fell out somewhere and i lost it. now i keep one in a pocket of my bag), a metal clockwork duck, and i have a tiny wooden train which i keep around mainly for sentimental reasons. i've also got some other toys around which i am not embarrassed to admit are my own.
and a friend of mine once described me by saying "she hasn't lost her sense of wonder."
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It's so nice to know I'm not the only one who felt like that as a child and now. Although now I don't mind the quieter, more curious children.
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me too. the schoolyard during breaks was scary and intimidating to me because of the noise (and also those stupid footballs. i lived in mortal dread of getting hit in the face by one. this was not unfounded as i once saw a kid kick a ball straight up to approximately the stratosphere, and then it came back down accelerating all the way in a perfect arc and landed precisely on the head of a tiny girl who happened to be crossing the almost deserted yard at that precise moment. completely accidental and unpredictable, but she still got knocked out. she just crumpled like a paper cup when it hit her). i spent all the breaks reading by myself.
i like some of my friends' / relatives children, individually, because they're intelligent and interesting and funny, and not by default just because they're children. i prefer them when they can form complete sentences and actually communicate their thoughts, and ideally do not shriek at all.
i hate all my neighbors' children because they are noisy little hellions who either cry all day long (and frequently at night too) or run wild and spend their time at home in the courtyard shrieking at the top of their lungs (or some combination of those activities), while i am trying to work / sleep / read / have any semblance of normal life (i hate my neighbours more, because they do nothing when their children cry, and allow their obnoxious little hellions to run wild and spend all day shrieking in the courtyard). i know i sound like a cranky old lady when i say this but when i was a child, playing did not involve screaming just to see who can make the most noise (there is no other apparent motivation) and i see no reason why it ever should. in fact i hate *all* loud, undisicplined children who are being allowed to run wild / have screaming tantrums in the métro / grocery store / street / etc.
i also have a strong (STRONG) aversion to Children whenever they manifest as an undifferentiated mass of more than, say, 2, because there is a schoolyard behind my building and... well, here is an mp3 of what i actually hear all day, every day (attached, in zip because mp3 is not a legal attachement format, and when you've listened to it you'll understand why). don't say i didn't warn you. imagine that in an endless loop, about a thousand decibels louder.