To be 6 again....

To Whom It May Concern,

I hereby officially tender my resignation as an adult.

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a six year
old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with

I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.

I want to have recess and paint with watercolors in art.

I want to comfortably walk out of the house with hair that clearly dried
overnight while I slept.

I want to have someone lay out and iron my clothes every morning.

I want to come home to a cooked meal and have someone cut my meat.

I want to take long baths and sleep 10 hours every night.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my
friends on a hot summer day.

I want to hug my siblings and my parents every day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were
colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes; but that didn't bother
you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the things
that should make you worried and upset.

I want to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest
and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible.

Somewhere in my youth I matured and I learned too much.

I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused

I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and

I learned you must clean your own toilets.

I learned of a world where children knew how to kill...and do.

What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live
forever, because we didn't truly grasp the concept of death, except for
goldfish? When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone
took the jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball? When we
didn't need to find our glasses to read?

I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited
by little things once again.

I want to return to the days when music was clean.

I remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I

I would walk on the beach and think of the sand between my toes and the
prettiest seashell I could find, without thinking about erosion or water

I would spend my afternoons climbing trees in the park and riding my
bike, without concern of being kidnapped.

I didn't worry about time, bills or where I was going to find the money
to fix my car.

I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up, not worry
about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.

I want to live simply again.

I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of
paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than
there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of
loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a hand squeeze, a kind
word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making
angels in the snow.

Ah yes, I want to be six again.