I Want To Be Six Again
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 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.
If only I could be six again for just a little while.
Just a little while…………….
that was sweet & cute; however, I don’t wanta go back THAT far…its Friday, bring on the booze and mayhem!
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!
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Nope. 6 might be nice, but adolescence comes after that… and no way am I going thru that shit again. Especially in a FB and Instagram culture…. holy crap!
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ain’t that the truth! jesus…worst thing that ever happened to preteens and teens was internet access..!
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I’m thinking of all the horrible and totally embarrassing things I did as a teenager… that would be plastered all over the net. Yikes!
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not to mention the hormonal bitchiness of girls towards other girls who take it out on each other online…I know my granddaughter got some of that bullying kind of crap …
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It’s horrible. We had bullies growing up, but you could always go home and escape them. Today… they bring it home with them.
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true
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guess not.
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do tell!
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Uh…
No!
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ok….I get it. That is when I bring a bottle of wine or 6 and we drink all night long.
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But we were a kinder people back then. Wouldn’t that still be true?
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Ok, go from 6 to 18. I’d actually like to be 19 and know what I know now.
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19? Nah….
But I’d love to see 29 again.
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I was thinking of divorcing at 29. Make it 32. I met Nick then and it was so worth it.
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32 is good. I was still thin….
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Wish I could post photos in the comments. 1993 I was THIN.
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I know… I hate that we can’t!
In 1993 I was *gulp* 45 lbs thinner.
Damn. Now I’m depressed.
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1993 I was 75lbs thinner than I am now.
Happy now?
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Yikes. And I hate to say it… but yes!
Of course, I’m 60 lbs heavier than I was when I married so I can’t gloat that much.
😐
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I’m only about 50 lbs heavier than when I married. I had miscarriage in the early 80’s and ended up at 117lbs by the time that was all done. But it’s always easier to lose YOUNG than OLD. It’s SO hard now.
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I gained 30 lbs after my hysterectomy… now it’s damned near impossible.
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why is it we can LOOK at food and gain 5 lbs yet work our asses off and lose 5 ozs of that ???
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I gained 30 lbs taking care of Nick. I’d do it again.
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Of course.
I, on the other hand… would not.
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Would not gain weight after a hysterectomy.
Bad River…. bad!
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true. I’d rather not have gained caring for Nick but I’d care for him all over again. God I miss him.
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I know…
💓
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This is wonderful
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Takes you back to a simpler time, doesn’t it?
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It so does
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Man, that was deep and moving and intense. The whole post took me right back. You really painted the perfect picture of what it is to be six. Thanks for the time warp there, really puts things in perspective.
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I wish I would have written this. But alas…. I just love it tho.
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I reckon 2-3 is better 😂 just throw tantrums when I don’t get my way 😂
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sounds good to me!
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I like this, but I don’t want to be six again because then I have to go through all that school and all the crappy life events that happened after. Now if I could stay six, that would be another story 🙂
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I know right??? Actually I’d like to be 18 and know what I know now.
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That might not be bad, but I probably wouldn’t have as much fun if I knew what I know now when I was 18. LOL
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