I want to be 6 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 '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 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,
 starving and abused kids, and unhappy marriages.

 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 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, 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, I have a
 mountain of paperwork, two depressed friends,
 or second thoughts about so many things, thinking about
 anything except whether the snow sticks together.
 What I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth?

   I want to be six again