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 hunt crickets and lizards and keep them in a glass jar on my bedside table.
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 find pictures in the clouds, and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's 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. All you knew was to be happy, because you didn't know all the things that should make you worried and upset.

I want to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that my dad knew everything.
I want to believe that anything is possible.

Somewhere in my youth... I matured and I learned too much.
I want to live simply 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 six again.