What is worse?
The loss of a life or the loss of a childhood?
The loss of the faith, that every kid has, that jumping from the tallest chair in the home would make him as cool as Superman?
Do we count the moment, that makes the kid trade all his worries about the monsters in the closet with the monsters in real life, as life-altering ?
Shouldn’t we worry more about letting kids be kids for a little while longer than waiting for them to grow up? Grow up and give up the power where the smallest rocks on the sidewalk were collectibles ‘coz they were part of a magical world that only they knew about? Let them hold on to that tattered plush toy that acts as their version of Iron Man..