Lessons from the road: Kids
Kids are fantastic. I know some of you are shuddering at the thought of them, but you’re wrong. They are great. I mean, they can be little manipulative mongrels fleecing their parents / elders for all they can, but that’s more a parenting problem than anything else.
Now travelling to some weird and wonderful places over the last few years, I’ve met many people from all walks of life. One constant in all the different cultures: the kids. They’re all the same. Whether the little Chinese kid staring at me in a part of Shanghai that clearly doesn’t see many tourists or the kids sitting with their mum on a subway train in NYC. The same wild eyed wonderment at the foreigner (and his accent) before them.
Before they grow up and become indoctrinated in their respective cultures and society, they’re just kids. All little bundles of unadulterated joy. All the same.
As adults we’re not so different, even if we try and complicate it and pretend we are.
“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” – Maya Angelou