I love kids. I love to make them feel good. Maybe they just need a good laugh. When they get older they'll become adults with huge responsibilities and little time for fun, and so I like to precipitate a little laughter once in a while, just to make them feel good. It makes me feel good, too.
J.
Though I never make silly faces at children, I love kids as well. It's not easy, with how paranoid some people are.
When it's a guy or a granny sitting next to you on the subway, it's okay to smile, converse or otherwise pass the time, but when it's a little girl sitting next to you engaging you in conversation you're suddenly a pervert?
In defiance, I withhold myself from nodding and smiling at the parents or other "grownups" in the vicinity. If a child tries to get my attention, the child gets my attention (when I'm in the mood for it, of course), not the parents. Let them think whatever they want to think; it's their loss. I'm certainly not going to excuse myself for the simple reason of liking to interact with children.
I wish I could do the same here. You see, our society is so paranoid, that if I strike up a conversation with a little kid, no matter how friendly, and no matter how many people are around to witness, it gets very cold in that room, and from my peripheral vision I can see lots of people suddenly training their eyes on me.
There was one instance where, while I was sitting outside (I like to read when it's nice out), a little girl had fallen off her bike and she started crying. I called to her, and helped her up, checking to make sure she was okay. Well, her mother (I guess) comes along a few moments later and asked me what I was doing. I told her that her child had fallen off her bike, and her reply was "well I don't need any assistance so please step away". I mean, gee, I'm sorry for wanting to make sure the little girl was okay. God forbid I give a damn, you know?
I wish I could say let them think what they want, but in a paranoid society like this one, I could easily be arrested without a single action. The idea of hurting a child in any way forms knots in my stomach, but really, I can stand ten feet away from a child minding my own business, someone could call the police, and I
would be arrested.
J.