I don't enjoy watching most movies or TV shows with kids in them - I mean true children, not teens of at least 16.
In part, that's due to the many child actors that have flamed out - publicly, catastrophically, and, in many cases, irredeemably. Just about every one is filled with anguish for the life they lived - or, rather, the life they DIDN'T live. Again and again, we learn of abuse - physical, emotional, and - too often - sexual.
Even those child professionals that didn't experience those levels of abuse seem to be, in many ways, broken. Just not able to continue in their professional life. Derailed, with chemical abuse and odd behaviors. The ones that were able to function in their adult life are few.
That's one great reason that I resisted putting my daughter into the compacter that is juvenile acting. Even though she begged. Even though my husband, and everyone else, thought that was a great idea.
I just had a strong sense that it would not have ended well for her.
This article tells the story of one of those children in an adult performing world - a gifted violinist, a performer on the professional stage before entering puberty.
Who, upon reaching adulthood, walked away, and went on to live a life without violin.
But, with a family, work that was interesting, and some fascinating hobbies.
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