I WANT TO BE SIX AGAIN

A boy with a dog

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.

I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don’t know the concept of death.

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 be six again.


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