Six Again

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Jesus

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 my spouse, 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...