Joke: I want to be six again I want to be six again. I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place 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 'cause 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 be six again. 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 great. I want to believe that anything is possible. Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, starving kids, unhappy marriages and abused kids. 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 I use for escape from the things I should be doing. I want to live knowing the little things I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them. I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of things that directly concerned me. 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 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's battery. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, not worry 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 second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman without thinking about anything except why snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth. If only to be six again!! ..........Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional!!!!!!