Why? Why? They were children! Children! How could someone strip a child, multiple children, of their innocence! How could someone strip them of life?
Children are one of the few good things in life. Always learning, not dispicable liars or haters or cheaters like the majority of adults, not able to commit horrendous crimes, not aware of the greater scheme of life going on around them. Believer's they are. In a child's mind, the characters of stories such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are alive. Magic is real and all around us, commanded and cast by the fairies who were blessed by the mighty kings and queens from far far away. In a childs dream, there is no deception, no hatred, no confusion. There is only light and happiness and love, and their imagination is never as strong as it if in childhood.
It is for those reasons, and many more, why I believe children should be treasured. For their beautifully bliss minds and perfectly balanced ignorance. For their imagination, raw and imperfect yet honed to perfected. For their lives that are full of untroubled laughter and undying love, and for the joy of listening to them whine about their foolish little fueds and thinking grimly of how those little fueds could one day grow into something beyond repair. For knowing that theirs lives are ahead of them and that happiness is neverending.
I love children because they are everything we are not. They are loving and compassionate, learning always without being coincious of it. They are sweet and kind and honest, no matter what the consequence. They can tell the difference between right and wrong and, though they might not always make the right choice, can learn from their mistakes. They are the only ones who can change their mind and change it again and again, with no fear of running out of time. Because the sound of their laughter is the definition of happiness.
This is why we must cheerish the young. Because they are the only ones who can be innocent and oblivious to the world around them and not be troubled by it in the least. Because one day they can be an astronaut and the next a superhero, and every day for the rest of their childhood it is something new. This is why children should be loved. Not abused. Not harmed. Not slaughtered. And not suffering. That is why children should be loved.
Why they should be,
but not always are.