I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree 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,
and nursery rhymes,
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully
unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair.
That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life
and be overly excited by the little things again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes,
and mountains of paperwork,
How to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank,
I want to believe in the power of smiles, and hugs,
a mankind, and making carrot nosed snowmen that you can eat.
So . . . here's my checkbook and my car-keys,
my credit card bills and my 401K statements.
I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further,
you'll have to catch me first,
......"Tag! You're it."
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