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 and 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.