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 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.

Life may not always be the way we want it, we just hope it turns out for the best, whatever that may be. In the meantime, I encourage everyone to pass this on to "whom it may concern". =)