on delightful violence

and the joys of being six

The universe sends us people.

Yesterday at a horse show, I met a six year old boy.

Well, we met before, but this is the first time I had a chance to meet him in six year old world.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in six year old world.

I’ve missed it.

He had a plush toy and was demonstrating what it could do. It seemed pretty damn powerful. I asked if I could try playing with it. He, being a very nice young man, agreed.

Unfortunately this ‘Sonic’ character was far too mighty. He overwhelmed my slight, base humanity and flung himself from my hands and knocked me clean off my feet.

It was disturbing.

What happened next was worse.

Everything started flying up and smacking me in the face knocking me to the ground: water bottles, candy packages, my hat - even a package of apple sauce all assaulted me.

To make matters worse, that kid was laughing at me the entire time. IN FACT he KEPT ASKING FOR MOAR VIOLENCE.

What the hell was wrong with this kid?

Why do he love violence so much?

He kept laughing so…