I wonder if you realize the importance of what you are saying. The world you are describing is that of the innocent boy before he's abused. We all started out like this - trusting in the world and thinking that it could never hold any danger for us.
Part of growing up involves slowly and gradually letting go of that fantasy world and replacing it with appreciation of the real world and its dangers and setting safe boundaries for ourselves.
That's part of what makes abuse so horrific for a boy. Instead of slowly relinquishing his illusions, safely and surrounded by love and support, he's simply flung into the wall at full speed.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)