I must be the only guy in the world to have had a terrible experience as an outcast kid, bullied by a bunch of ugly, despicable kids, while the adults in the room were turning a blind eye.

Kids are adults in the making. They are just as terrible as the adults they become; their nefariousness is just limited by their size and influence.

I made a conscious decision not to have kids precisely because I did not want my offsprings to experience what I did at the hands of the wonderful and totally mythical creatures described in the piece.

Having kids is one mistake I did not make.

I will go have a glass of tap water now to celebrate this insignificant victory.

: )