Childhood in fact is a bit like a third world country, in the sense that it's mostly well-meaning people who don't live there who:
- give it that label
- find it charming and filled with innocence
- feel a great need to educate its denizens
- consider it a developmental stage, only theirs is better
- secretly long for a time when its inhabitants knew their place (or were seen and not heard, or both).
But my take is that we're not going to learn how to decolonize childhood until we're well and truly over colonizing countries. Which (look around you) isn't going to happen anytime soon.
In the meantime, consider discarding the warm-fluffy cloak and getting in touch with your inner child. Add a mean streak, or fangs, or a dollop of despair, a little longing. Does it feel like a punch in the gut? Much more like it.