When I was 23 I may have sat near a tiger just as my daughter did in Thailand recently. But as her mother I immediately was concerned, how can they do that? I started to research petting tigers in Thailand and right away, third hit down: girl mauled by tiger in Thailand, August 2013. I instinctively look for the inherent danger in every situation and want to protect my kids in every way, even though they are adults. What is it that changes in us and makes us so fearful? Knowing the possible consequences takes all the adventure out of life. That's what maturity and experience brings to us. Does it also rob us of spontaneous joy?