I remember…

It’s that lovely time of year when most of us remember the past, worry about the present, and flinch about the future. Or, at least, that’s what I do. The current state of affairs, in the job market, are getting downright frightening. I am a single mother, who looks after her growing older and more senile by the day parents, and I wonder exactly what in the hell I’m gonna do. I am getting really worried about what the future holds for my little one. Our new President does not help ease my fears. I think that the word politician should just be changed to corruption and vice a versa. That way when we watch the news about our economy swirling down the toilet, unemployment skyrocketing,  and automotive company bailouts, we can just say “Hey, look at all those political corruptions on TV! Wow, they sure do talk alot about nothing! He was involved in what? Well it figures…” Christmas is on it’s way, and I remember believing in Santa Claus. I have had to look at the world through my 3 year old’s eyes, and it has humbled me quite a bit. I wish that there were not so many scary people in the world. I remember scary people and things when I was a child, but I don’t remember this many. I remember riding my bike to the bread store without fear of being kidnapped and murdered. I remember staying outside way after dark and running through woods all day and my mother knew I was safe. I remember chasing down the ice cream truck, drinking slushies, and eating ice cream without fear of being poisoned, kidnapped, or murdered. I can’t let my daughter play in a park without standing right beside her. I can’t let her play in her own yard without being outside with her. I can’t let go of her hand when we are out in public. I have to teach her not to smile or talk to strangers because it could be to her own detriment. Yeah, this world is definitely headed in some very wrong direction.  I’ll have to tell my little girl one day that it wasn’t always like this….and then tell her all I remember.