I want to be six again!

I long for the days when life was simple.

 When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and nursery rhymes.
When 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, naptime, gym and field trips.

 I want to be happy because I don’t know the world is full of things that 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.
I want to be six again.

I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever.
 I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life.
I want to be overly excited by little things again.
 I want to live know the little things I find exciting will always make me
as happy as when I first learned them.

I want to be six again.

 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 waves lapping beside me.
I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees.
 I want to let 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,not worry that it hasn’t worked 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 second thoughts about so many things,
I can travel back and build a snowman without thinking about anything
 except about how the snow sticks together
  and what I’ll use for the snowman’s nose and mouth.

Yes.......  I want to be six again!