Through a Glass
darkly, childhood ends eventually and Hoody Doody, Lamb Chop, and Charlie McCarthy, the marionettes, puppets, and manikins who you saw as having voices of their own, you saw their lips moving, turn out to be wood and cloth.
Then you start looking at the people whose lips do not move, but you can see the little trembles in their throat. By then you have learned to research and can dig up the script.
You can look back and smile at how gullible you were and come the winter solstice season you can view from your burrow and hope for St. Nick. But you know that come spring, it will be time for the next campaign.
When you put away childish things, you can remember what you have been taught, and look at that glass a little less fogged. We do not prosecute our political enemies. It is bad form. You must ask yourself new questions at childhood’s end. What happens when they are criminals? Then it is time to review the fine print of the social contract.