NeemsAdult Kids
June 30th 2008 12:32
Every morning I have the pleasure of sharing the tram to work with children from schools around my suburb. While on some occasions being smacked around by their schoolbags (which I am convinced are filled with bricks not books) in an overcrowded tram is akin to having nose hair plucked by the root with tweezers, on most days, their amusing banter makes me chuckle.
Sometimes to pass time during the commute, I see if I can beat my last count at how many times the word “like” precedes each of their sentences.
And then the other morning, a conversation took place that left me dreading the day I have kids. They were a group of four boys and one girl who didn’t look a day over 14 years old. The conversation went something like this;
Boy 1: “I was like, all over her and like, she was pashing me and then pashed Justin”
Boy 2: “Yea that’s coz she’s like, a slut…she always does that”
Boy 1: “But she’s not like Georgia…Georgia’s a legend”
Boy 3: *muffled* “But I don’t have cold sores”
Boy 1: “Georgia doesn’t have cold sores- it’s the other one so you’re fine”
Girl: “They were in the bedroom for like soooo long…they definitely had sex”
Boy 4: “Whatever Em, like you would know. They probably just went down on each other”
You can probably guess how the rest of this went. Here were five kids, dressed in their private school uniforms animatedly and unashamedly discussing their very grown-up weekend.
It’s a damn pity that at this age they not only know about adult activities but they are rampantly engaged in them. While it could have been all talk, there’s a very real and high chance that it wasn’t.
Kids are growing up at such a rapid rate that it’s getting harder and harder to keep up. Sex sells. And unfortunately the kids are reaping what we’ve let the media and society sow.
With the media exposing them to various degrees of sexuality from the time they learn to talk, can we really shake our heads in disappointment when they start broadcasting their exploits in public?
It’s sad because you get one shot at being a kid. Where the world’s responsibilities are shouldered by your parents and life still has an innocent ring to it. Where have the days gone where playing with your dolls, flying your kite and enjoying a game of tag were preferable to violent video games and dressing in revealing attire to impress boys?
We all had crushes when were that age- but taking it so far as intercourse and oral pleasure wasn’t nearly as common as it is today-unless I lived in a completely different world to the rest of the kids in my class.
I remember wondering how you were meant to know when it was time to stop having sex, during sex. I thought it was when one person finally just got tired. That’s how little I knew at 13 years old. And I’m really glad I knew that little at that age. Because it meant I was still a kid. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Neema Mohan, 30th June, 2008 ©
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