Be six again
Be six again
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Fw: FWD: Be six again
Date:
Sat, 20 Feb 1999 14:33:37 -0500
From:
Christine C Giovetti
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Date: Thu, 18 Feb 1999 09:39:26 -0600
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I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in
order to accept the responsibilities of a 6-year-old. 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. 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.
Thank you,
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