Whenever I see happy smiling babies and little children I feel bad for them. I think about how happy they are and how oblivious they are to all the bad things that go on around her/him/them. I watched a kid yesterday in the park, with Sarah. We saw him walk away then come back an hour later. He had a skateboard. He looked like he could be a punk, a kid who thinks he's all that. But I kind of saw sadness in his face. I'm sure he wouldn't show it if we confronted him but it made me sad. I always think too much. What if that kid has a father that beats him? And he's there, at the park...walking around becuase he's scared to go home? Loss of innocence. I think I've talked about this before.