Childhood, such a nostalgic feeling. A time where we could yell “Mama!” or “Papa!” for every one of our silly requests. Well, this might be the case. But what about those who lacked a childhood? Those who suffered through discrimination, poverty, wars, and other out of reach, horrible conditions. Where is their childhood? Must we put these innocent, growing teens and even babies through this pain? And if so, what do we even get from it. A sense of satisfaction? No, not to any sensible being.