I was visiting with T’s friends over the weekend, and they have the two most adorable little children, with one more on the way. I noticed something when we were out on a beach with them. The children weren’t very social with strangers, which might or might not be a good thing when I thought about it further.
I noticed it, and I guess the mother saw me noticing it, because she commented, ‘In this day and age, I prefer to ensure that the children aren’t too trusting’.
Which makes complete sense, and is in my opinion, really, really sad. Of course, I do not want to bring up my childhood because it was a long time ago, in a land far, far away ( the outskirts of Yemen), and it was a different time, where people were generally more trusting of others. But I remember how I used to be out of the house for hours and hours, eating lunches at my friend’s houses, roaming around random beaches and construction sites with my siblings, biking to the far away neighborhoods without a concern for time or place.
I feel like the kind of person that I have become is because of all the experiences that I have had, with my adventures in the unknown, and my love for travel emanates directly from it. I have become a very adjustable, social personality, because of the fact that my mother trusted everyone in the neighborhood, and we were allowed to roam free.
Of course, the mother is being very cautious and smart, because it isn’t safe in this world to be too trusting, especially for young ‘uns, but I just wanted to share the thought of sadness over this occurrence.
What do you think of trust and the world today?