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Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Two Sides To Every Story
If I was a grown-up.....
I could stay up as late as I wanted.
And I wouldn't have to eat spinach.
And I wouldn't have to take a bath.
And I wouldn't have to brush my teeth.
And I wouldn't have to take out the garbage. If I was a grown-up.
All right....fair's fair:
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle. . .
. . . . .and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&M's are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

If I was a grown-up.....
I could eat ice-cream for dinner.
I could stay up late and watch TV.

I could have my own pony.
And I could keep him in my bedroom.
If I was a grown-up.

I want to return to a time when life was simple.
When all you knew was colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news... 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 believe in the power of smiles, hugs, justice, a kind word, truth, peace, dreams, love, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
If I was a grown-up...
I couldn't be a little kid.

If I'm a little kid
I don't have to be grown-up.'s my checkbook, my wallet, my car-keys, my credit cards and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
But can't do that.... You're the grown-up....


And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, 'cause....
Tag! You're it! 

Maybe... I should stay a kid.... 
For just a little while longer......

Two Sides To Every Story - Courtesy of Bedtime-Story 


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