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 6 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 rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than

money, because you can eat them. I want to play kickball during

recess and paint with watercolors in art. I want to lie under a

big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot

summers' 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 allthe things that should make you

worried and upset. I want to think thatthe 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

children. I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering,

illness, pain and death. I learned of a world where men left

their families to go and fight for our country, and returned only

to end up living on the streets... begging for their next meal. I

learned of a world where children knew how to kill... and did!!

What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would

live forever, because we didn't grasp the concept of death? When

we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took the

jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball? 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

reading was fun and music was clean.

When television was used to report the news or for family

entertainment and not to promote sex, violence and deceit. I

remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because

I was. I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand

between my toes and the prettiest seashell I could find. I would

spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike. 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 simple 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 kind word, truth,

justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making

angels in the snow. I want to be 6 again.

-- Author Unknown