The excerpt below Is from The book: A Fraction of the whole by Steven Tolz
I find his analogy very interesting and wondered how many of you like me, share(d) the same views or memories on this particular childhood horror.
Please share your memoirs on the things you disliked and LIKED about childhood.
The life lessons never stop at a children's party.
The music blares.You never know when it's going to stop.
You're on the edge the whole game; the tension is unbearable.
Everyone dances in a circle around the ring of chairs but it's no happy dance.
Everyone has his eyes on the mother over by the radio, her hand poised on the volume control.
Now and then a child wrongly anticipates her, he dives for a chair. He's shouted at.
he jumps off the seat again. He's a wreck. The music plays on.
The children's faces are contorted in terror. No one wants to be excluded.
The mother taunts the chidren by pretending to reach for the volume.
The children wish she were dead.
The game is an analogy for life: there are not enough chairs or good times to go around, not enough food, not enough joy, nor beds nor laughs nor friends nor smiles nor money nor clean air to breathe... and yet the music goes on.