I Want To Be Six Again
To Whom it May Concern: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 old 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.
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Climbing trees was one of the best parts of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteYes, we all feel the eternal allure of Peter Pan at least occasionally!
ReplyDeleteI think that was a time when we had our priorities straight.
ReplyDeleteThey forgot going to the corner store where they cut the meat to order from a phone call from your mom and the shelves seemed to be 100 feet tall. Of finding that magical glass enclosed case that contained the most important thing in your world. The huge selection of penny candy and you with a nickle or dime in your pocket.
ReplyDeleteNow I want to be six again.
radio shows, plunk your magic twanger froggy, milk delivered to your front porch, the ice cream truck, playing games outside with your friends all day long, like freeze, red rover, hop scotch, jump rope, jacks, old maid, go fish, crazy eights, picking out shapes in the clouds, putting cards on the spokes of your bicycle wheels, peeling the cork out of the lid off of your bottle of dr pepper and then fixing all of them on your tshirts, pretending(cowboys, indians, cops and robbers, im Hoppy your Roy, )being able to lose at games and not have your parents sue the school, being a girl at 6 and running around all summer with no shirt on and no one thought anything of it, running behind the ddt truck in the fog,having your moms make all of your halloween costumes which was your dad's tshirt, dirt on your face and old pants held up by a rope(hobo)or if you were lucky a mask of howdy doody, or the lone ranger.ahh, yes, i remember them all. and nitty in west you can buy one pork chop, one slice of bacon, one slice of cheese or 1/4 of a lb of ground beef if you want to at Community Grocery Store.
ReplyDeleteThat's in the running for your best post ever, and pretty near the first nomination...Which I'm seconding.
ReplyDeleteAh, to be six again...Before the dreaded age of seven; and the coming of the dream tax, in the form of that exact number of words that took worlds away: You don't always get what you want!
"When you're young, you think you're living in someplace magical...like Atlantis must've been. Then we grow up, and our hearts break in two."
- Anthony Hopkins in Hearts In Atlantis
hahaha.....me too!
ReplyDeleteHey if you are six again - I'll be outside your door to play that "who farted" game you used to play!
ReplyDeleteI remember just going down the street to the creek and spending hours throwing stones into a place where it was a little deeper and wider... and there were fish and crayfish (under the rocks).
You can't go back home again (the creek was paved over and is under a housing development now) - but I'd sure like too some days.
Me Too.. I want that innocence back.
ReplyDelete*sigh* To be 6 again! :o)
ReplyDeleteI remember going to McDonalds at age six and really enjoying their burgers, too!
ReplyDelete*sniff*
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