What Childhood?

Yesterday I shoveled the neighborhood and then after lunch I walked to the pond with Lily. Her hip was feeling better and she was pulling me. I was feeling crabby about my husband taking apart the telephone and the neighborhood kids vandalizing the contents of our car. I needed to walk myself into a new mood. When I got home I was exhausted having been up since 4AM. I took a nap on the couch and then read my library book until bedtime. One of the things about being a wild horse who runs and runs is when I get tired I must honor it.
When I was growing up I would hide. My mother was a dictator monster control freak energy sucking, fire breathing narcissist and that was on a GOOD DAY. I would do anything to be away from her. I still avoid her at all costs. We were not allowed to publicly relax or have fun. We were not allowed comic books candy or TV. We were medically policed by doctors and psychotherapists starting at age three. What childhood?
When you look at 18c paintings you see children portrayed as miniature adults. That's how we were raised.