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stream-of-consciousness style blog review Mar 21, 2009

by Tania Kupczak

This show reminded me of growing up, an always constant process. While watching the kids onstage, reciting lines they surely couldn’t understand yet or care about, it became obvious that this show is for grown-ups, not for kids. It brought back memories of being a kid, and that huge divide between kids and adults. Everyone over 16 or so was an adult, therefore a sort of enemy, and didn’t really understand.And now I am an adult and I don’t understand *them* anymore. I do sometimes forget that kids are people, and not just cute or annoying pests, but people with inner lives who are still innocent and should be protected. I thought about how parents do the best they can and how some have more luck and more love to give, and try to teach their children that. And others aren’t so lucky and how their children have a lot of misery right from the beginning. How things like fear or hatred are learned just like learning your boring times tables. And I thought about how we learn things, and how much of it is just adults bullshitting. Or adults spouting platitudes that they know are crap, but for some reason think will work on kids. Things like,  “there’s nothing to be scared of ”, or  “think nice thoughts and you’ll be able to sleep ” and especially  “things will be ok ”. Things that you still tell yourself, even though you know there are things to be scared of and that things might not be ok. I wonder how the lines affected the kids - I think the kids were probably just having a great time being on stage, and know I would’ve loved to perform this show when I was a kid. Especially if I got to swear! But this is obviously not a show for kids. It’s talking to adults.I wonder how much of it they understand? Kids are necessarily self-centered and don’t really think of adults as people. They don’t think much about other kids being other people. It’s hard even now to remember that other people exist and it’s not just me in the world. So - I don’t know if they will be affected by the lines they recited or if this play somehow is using them. I don’t think so, but I’d be interested to hear what parents thought. I almost forgot they were kids, they stood so still and looked so accusingly at the audience. I was reminded when they had a dance break near the end of the show and started spazzing out, how kids do. Then I remembered that they were actual children. This show made me remember so much that I’d forgotten – how things were so hopeful and magical and learning something cool for the first time was so fun – learning how to be alive in the world. I’m still not sure what I think the play was trying to say. I was bored at parts, but it drew me in and I was mesmerized after awhile. It obviously affected me somehow, because I am still thinking about it today. But I can’t quite put my finger on how, exactly.

- Erin

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