We are children born to war, and, with war as our parents, you can imagine, how we were all, socialized, right? We’d become, war-faring people just like our forefathers were too.
Children of war, growing up in war, is no easy feat, but, in order to survive, to stay alive, we’d found ways, to keep that breath inside of each of us.
and that, is what the “kid” feels like…
Children of war, war is never easy, and, growing up, in the midst of the adults’ warring ways, it’d, damaged us, we were all, hit, very hard, by our parents, and, none of them, stupid adults (‘cuz they all ARE!!!), knew what they were doing to us, their young.
And many of us started, taking care of our separate households as young kids, we were forced, to shoulder burdens that weren’t even ours to bear in the first place! But for survival’s sake, we’d all, adapted to the adults’ ways.
guess W-H-O suffers the most??? Not my photograph…
Children of war, we’d become, and, we’d, unknowingly, given birth to our own young, putting them, into our own wars, because we grew into adulthood years, carrying the WARS of our parents, then, passing the wars of our forefathers, onto our own young…
Life, the Obstacle Course 