Wow! Five years old. The terrible fives. Parents know what I'm talking about.
I think of
SL as a five year old kid at their first day on the playground at kindergarten. Things are going great. Then that other kid comes over and dumps a bucket of sand over your head, then you bop them in the face with your shovel, then you're both crying, and the teacher comes over to break up the fight and wipe the tears from your eyes, and two minutes later you're playing with each other. Then some other kid with a bucket of sand... ad infinitum.
Like the parents of that kid, I really hope they survive till the next grade. Maybe it will be better then. Only time will tell.
Hang in there Second Life. I know I'm trying to, too.
Oh, and before I forget...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
SECOND LIFE!
