我那安全的孩子英语美文

我那平安的孩子英语美文 　　I am thirty-three years old, and I am so happy that I am not a mother. I do not hear a

我那平安的孩子英语美文 Iam thirty-three years old, and Iam so happy that I am not amother. Ido not hear abiological clock ticking, only the nerve wrecking ticks of bombs yet to explode. My friends are leaping whenever their cell phones ring. "Where are you? No, you can’t go out. No, Idon’t care if all the other children are going". How na?ve children are when they tell lies. What mother in Israel now would believe that "all the children are going" anywhere? And where are the children going? Where will their fears take them? In many places in the world children are afraid of the unknown, of the unreal. You know that you live in awar zone when you realize that the greatest fears of the children are of what they know only too well. Two years ago, when my younger brother was ten, he came home from school, and as he opened the door he heard the familiar sound of explosion rising from the street he just left behind him. Sitting in front of the television five minutes later, he could see his friend wandering blindly in the street, which was covered with body parts and injured people. The friend’s father, who picked him up from school and took him for apizza, was killed in front of his eyes. My brother refused to talk about it. "This kid wasn’t really afriend of mine," is all he would say, "I don’t really know him that well". That evening he told my father