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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....