“Pleasant childhood memories from 2027:
I went to see a clown at the supermarket. He was a nice man in a suit and tie who sat on a box, surrounded by children. He didn’t do, or say anything. He just sat. And we watched. For about 45 minutes. It was a wonderful time. I was mildly offended, however.”
Try out this alternative childhood memory from 2027:
I went to see a clown at the supermarket. He was a nice man in a suit and tie who sat on a box, surrounded by children. He handed out latex balloons to children who were watching his show. Another child, 2 years old, who was not watching the show but instead just entering the store with his Mom to buy milk, sees the children with the balloons, runs over to them and tries to take one. He is not old enough to know that he is allergic to latex and balloons can kill him. He goes into shock, and the ambulance is called. What happens next?
Aah, memories.
And fed peanuts.
I went to see a clown at the supermarket. He was a nice man in a suit and tie who sat on a box, surrounded by children. He handed out latex balloons to children who were watching his show. Another child, 2 years old, who was not watching the show but instead just entering the store with his Mom to buy milk, sees the children with the balloons, runs over to them and tries to take one. He is not old enough to know that he is allergic to latex and balloons can kill him. He goes into shock, and the ambulance is called. What happens next?
Perhaps its simply evolution in action. A life without risk is not worth living.
Ah, if only mom were a responsible parent that kept her child under control instead of letting the child run amok.