<font color="purple"> You know, I started thinking about this subject again today, kind of thinking that I owe some sort of debt for doing nothing with such a situation.

...But then you know what? I realised...

That I had an excuse, I was a child, and I couldn't comprehend the situation, oh sure, there was a sense that something was amiss that made me sad, but not much more then that. Call it an imature brain, or perhaps ignorance.

But then...whatever happened to the other adults in this equation? Of course there were my parents, but also the other neighbors that lived on the other side of that house. Surely they must have heard the fighting, surely they must have seen something...and yet, they were more ignorant then I... even though they had the capabilities to understand, to do something, they did not. </font>