Straight male–I don’t love or hate being around them, so had to vote OTHER.
They’re fine/so-so/situationally fun or tolerable.
I hated and feared children all my life until I had a couple. Now I hate and fear all children minus two. 
I like my kids because they’re grown. I’m not so keen about their own small children or anybody else’s, although little girls are much more enjoyable than little boys. I’ll enjoy my own grandchildren as long as they are behaving, but cannot abide a brat. Once they turn about 13, they start to become tolerable at least some of the time.
Straight male, and I love being around kids. It’s a good thing too, since kids seem to flock to me like I’m Santa or something. It’s not just kids I know either. I’ve had the children of complete strangers run up to me and ask me to push them on the swings, or give me hugs, or to play tag.
Your poll is narrow, chump! I neither love nor hate kids. Some specific kids I don’t like the company of, and there are a small handful I genuinely love. Most of them I would prefer to be out of sight, out of mind, but I don’t actively object to their existence or anything.
Bi Female here. I neither have nor want to have children, and while I don’t hate being around most kids, I don’t love it either. Right now there’s only 1 kid I genuinely like, and that’s probably because he’s family (SO’s nephew) and I rarely see him. He’s a well-behaved tot. Most kids I’m pretty indifferent toward, unless they’re being loud.
I had to choose the last option, since the one that fits me best presupposes that I have kids of my own.
I don’t really hate any kids (except the incredibly rude ones), but I prefer not to spend time in their company. Exceptions are made for those that are related to me or to a very close friend. And even then, a little goes a long way. I invariably end up with a headache.
I love kids, especially from two years up when they can interact more. I can really get into the imaginary world of kids where anything is possible. Now I find that at thirteen they begin to know it all, whether they do or not, and it becomes more of a struggle.
I can’t really pick any of the options for me, since I don’t love being around strangers’ kids in the sense of all kids. I love my FRIENDS’ kids, but after 4-5 hours it’s a bit much with the shrieking and such. I don’t love just my own kids, 'cause I don’t have (or want any). I also don’t hate kids.
Didn’t fit. Straight female. I like most kids. I don’t have or want any of my own.
I think both of those clauses are untrue, at least for males.
I absolutely despise the company of young children, especially infants - sharing a restaurant or a Megabus with them is a torment I wouldn’t wish on anyone. That being said, I like smart and nerdy teenagers - I taught a high school constitutional law class, and it was real fun picking my students’ brains.
So, I voted for “I hate being around all kids,” but only because there wasn’t a “with few exceptions” option.
Teenagers are specifically excepted in the OP.
Answering my own question: I love, love, love being around kids. Love having a baby in my arms. Love playing with a toddler. Love teaching them things, love listening to their interminable stories about their day, love the way everything is new to them, love their passionate and amusing irrationality.
Sorry about that; it’s supposed to be there. I blame the Welsh.
It depends on the time or place and how much of my patience I’ve already expended for the day. I don’t have any grandchildren and so I have to get my grandma fix from other people’s children.
There is nothing more unconditionally accepting than the smile of a very young child and I go around collecting those. They know how to connect at a depth that most of us have forgotten or deliberately stifled.
Older children need to have respectful boundaries for me to want to spend any great deal of time with them. For several years after I stopped working I nearly ran a youth center at my house. We had a morning and afternoon crew and an evening crew of kids that would just gravitate here. Not much parenting going on for them I think.
Oddly enough they wanted to be here bad enough that I rarely had any discipline problems with them. Unlike my own rascals who were both a handful and a half. I had one rule: If you cry for any reason other than a physical injury you need to go home until you are over it.
So I taught them how to gamble (heh,) bake cookies, play a number of games. I read to them, whatever they wanted to do. In the evening when my husband was home we’d do more sporting type of stuff - kickball, gymnastics and so forth.
I gave free piano lessons to one little girl for a year until she moved away. She plays for me when she comes to visit.
Some of those kids still come back to visit us at Christmas time and call us “Mom” and “Dad.” It was a valuable period of time for me while I adjusted to not working and I think I gave something back as well.
But, having done that, I’m not sure I’d want to have children in my life every day anymore. And, while I grieve not having grandchildren, I certainly wouldn’t want to be in the position of having to take care of them as so many grandparents are doing today.
My choice when I want to be around them. I like that.
Here’s a postscript: In those years that I was parenting so many little people not once did a single parent of those children ever come to my house to see in what kind of environment their children were spending so much time. I had some personal rules about children in the house which I implemented as protection against lawsuits or other problems but I think, given present social conditions, I could have had some problems and am lucky I didn’t.
Love my own, (now adults) and love most others. Most of them like me also. I’ve been on planes next to babies, and I was able to give the mother a break to arrange herself and I got the kid quieted down.
Now some kids behave obnoxiously and annoy other people - but when this happens it is the parents I don’t like, since they are usually ignoring the kid and not correcting him.
A guy we knew once said that the best thing about having children is that it allows you to play on the swings.
I love my kids and spend as much time as I can with them. Strangers’ children and I have nothing in common that I’d wanna explore.
I was purposely ignoring a very badly behaving child the other day. Mom came up to me and said, “Oh, you don’t like children, huh?”
I answered, “Not yours!”
Ah, my mistake. In that case, I simply despise all children. 
I’ve only within the past three years or so have found appeal in the idea of someday being a mom, but I’ve always liked kids a fair amount, and teenagers too. I’ve worked with kids 3-17, and have usually enjoyed it.
Babies and toddlers, though, are not my favorites because it’s scary and frustrating to both of us when I can figure out what they need/want. Once they can talk in sentences, we get along fine. And if my future sprog are like lil bro and me, I will only have to put up with the non-complete sentences thing for less than eighteen months which will probably be bearable.
Straight male who is very happy that his offspring are all grown because I don’t really like children that much.
Yes… yes, I am a grumpy middle-aged guy.