I don't get it. Why turbulence?

Maybe Wolfdog has something to disclose. . .

Maybe best I can put it is just I wish the kid in the story could have the first kiss with his sweetheart without someone "OH MY GOD!!"-ing over it. The comic captures something changing from wonder to trauma in a heartbeat. It makes me ruminate little bit unhappily about human nature. It causes a lot of feelings of futility. It makes me go back to wondering about why for god's sake I'm wired in such a way that a romeo-and-juliet story about a kid and his dog is what it takes to wake up any emotional response like that for me, and that makes me prone to wallowing around in the eternal question of what extent you get to choose what you are, and what extent you're stuck with what you are, which is a pointless quagmire that most days I avoid.

Not to make fun of your turbulence, but when I was little, maybe 5, I was struck by the ukulele music on my mom's Don Ho album. So one morning, when I was the only one up, I put the record on (quietly, or so I thought) and was jumping around the living room, playing air-ukelele, in my underwear (Hawaiians always ran around in loinskins, didn't they?) The noise apparently woke up Mom and when she walked into the living room with me prancing around in my underwear, she exclaimed, "Oh my God!" My joy was instantly transformed into shame, much like the boy in the comic strip. (There, I've said it.)

I hear you wolfdog. . .MY first kiss was with a girl at a party and I was maybe one of 50 guys she kissed that night.

Childhood seems all about finding wonder in something then someone else, a parent or whatever having an OMG moment and not only taking that away, but shaming you for it to boot.

*blows kisses to Wolfdog and his dog*