Tragedy (The Loss of Childhood)

I raise the question. If childhood is snatched away, the very essence of innocence shattered, can one ever regain it? I present to you a story of a boy. His imagination stretched far beyond the walls of his home room class. He wanted action and adventure. What fun was math? He daydreamed a lot and it got him into trouble. Report cards said he was bright but his one failure would double. If he kept imagining. He dreamed of being the best he can be. A man from out of this world. Far greater then anyone can see. He dreamed big. Grew up tall. Yet remained a kid. He's "too old for cartoons", but watches them regularly. Nothing came between his junkfood, him, and his tv. So all is well for the young man, who went to Catholic school, so he understood His plan. Just then his childhood was shattered. Bad luck it seemed, as his innocence stepped him under the ladder. What harm in that? Superstition. So is Religion. Now it's bad enough the young boy lost Santa and Tooth Fairy, but in comes a thought even more scary. He doesn't exsist. Blasphemous. He wears the chain. He prays to him. He knows that just like his cartoons. Good always wins. He grows old and starts to question. Why he ever went to confession? Why these things man made, became things that one day shaped his being. Without him seeing a car collided into him. He lost more then the wind from his lungs. No angels sung. His mother cried. Upset that she had to watch her son die. She doesn't believe anymore. Her whole childhood based that good things come to good people. Drunken driver couldn't even be equally balanced enough to realize he was there. She cries and cries, as nurses stare. She lost her childhood, her child, what more can she bear? The driver was the son's father...