There's a convention being held near my hometown, and as I was passing by I saw a father taking his young children for a walk outside. They couldn't have been more than five or six. And I wondered what would happen to those children, what they would experience at school and in their adult life. I wondered if they would grow up repressed and anxious and fearful and full of guilt like I did, although I was not raised a Witness. I wondered if they would leave or stay, and what they would have to look back on at the end of their lives.
I thought about saying something, but I wouldn't know what to say, and I didn't feel it was appropriate. I just hope things turned out all right for them.