To Whom It May Concern:
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6-year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant, and 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 paint with watercolors in art,
and stay up on Christmas
Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
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.
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 happy because I don't know what should make me upset.
I want to go to school 
and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.
When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the things that should make you
worried and upset.
I want to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and good. 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 to believe that anything is possible.
Somewhere in my youth...I matured and I learned too much. . I learned of nuclear weapons,
starving and abused kids, and unhappy marriages.
I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean.
When television was used to report the news or for family entertainment and not to promote sex,
violence and deceit. I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something I use for
escape from the things I should be doing.
I remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was.
I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the prettiest seashell I
could find.
I would spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike.
I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up, not worry about what I'll do if this
doesn't work out.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of
paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to be 6 again
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 only the things that
directly concerned me.
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 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 whether
the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.
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, cause,
Tag You're it!"
