The Innocence of Youth

I remember twenty something years ago my uncle told a story about how he was walking with his son of four and while they were stopped at a pedestrian light my cousin reached out and patted a women on the butt. As was to be expected the woman turned and threw a dirty look at which time my uncle claimed it wasn’t him and pointed to his son. Of course the story wasn’t believed and my little cousin was too young to appreciate how the innocence of youth had saved him.

How good would that same innocence be now? I’m not saying I want to go around patting random women on the backside but being able to blame every screw up, every mistake and every brain fart on being too young to know better would make life so much easier.