< I got this from a friend
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I Want to be Six Again
I am hereby officially
tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to
accept the responsibilities of a 6-year-old. The tax base is lower.
I want to be six again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place in the world to eat.
I want to sail sticks
across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with
rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball
during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting
to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
I long for the days when
life was simple. When all you knew were your
colors, the addition tables, and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't
bother
you, because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't
care.
I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.
I want to be happy, because I don't know what should make me upset.
I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Sometime, while I was
maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear
weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages,
illness, pain, and mortality.
I want to be six again.
I want to think that everyone,
including myself, will live forever, because I
don't know the concept of death.
I want to be oblivious
to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the
little things again.
I want television to be
something I watch for fun, not something used for
escape from the things I should be doing.
I want to live knowing
the little things that I find exciting will always make
me as happy as when I first learned them.
I want to be six again.
I remember not seeing
the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only
the things that directly concerned me.
I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else.
I want to walk down the
beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet
and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm
looking for.
I want to spend my afternoons
climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the
grownups worry about time, the dentist, and how to find the money
to fix
the car.
I want to wonder what
I'll do when I grow up and what I'll be, who I'll be
and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want
that time
back.
I want to use it now as
an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I
have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight
with a
loved one, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts
about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without
thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together
and what I
can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.
I want to be six again.
DONT GIVE UP MY FRIENDS!
WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR "ADULTNESS"
ALREADY IN PROGRESS....