When you hear such words, spoken as a matter of course on a beautiful afternoon, it is impossible not to take pause, to have them resonate later. How can we assimilate and assess the historical and political contexts and legacies that leave children to swim with the dead bones of their comrades and ancestors? This book has been formulating in my mind for some time, and I wondered, is this the mute confirmation of the impact of what I had been thinking of as unchilding, my shorthand at the time for those displaced from humanity and childhood? The apparent injustice of the bones of the dead and the endless erasures and dispossessions of Palestinian spaces that they represent are reminders of the wounding that coexists with the continuing resistance to subjugation.