I can't. I won't.

I don't need that gossip fill up my brain, and the reason for this article comes from that point - while I don't watch or listen or read the stuff, I'm starting to hear about it from my students. And to listen to nine and ten year olds talk about the latest Kardashian situation, or how much some celebrity's car cost, or did you hear what that football player did? That makes me feel ill. I'm sad for these kids.
When I was their age, I was reading books, climbing trees, going to baseball practice, playing in the backyard, imagining new worlds on the swingset, creating games to play with friends, making mud pies and potions out of nature's gifts, and listing to kid-friendly music that could only be heard on cassettes or CDs.
In other words, I lived in a naive little bubble called childhood.
I'm kind of sad for the kids today who no longer have the chance to live in that bubble.
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