To Whom It May Concern:

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower. I want to be six again.

I want to go to Mr Biggs 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 biscuits 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.

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, 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, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. 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 old car.
I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be, who I'll be, and not worry about 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 a fight with my significant other, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, 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.

I want to be six again.

then who is holding u back

and who even tell am say e don big now

no be lie, sam hear am

he is 2years and 7months

sam its actually ery easy all u've to do na to join primary 1 agagin just sew uniform enroll 4 the nearest skool way dey close to u.

KI A chief quentinic.

for that advice, i will make you the mibnister of women and drug affairs when i reclaim the kingdom

SAM,you sound like 7,cause your memory is still fresh

Start to dey gym 24/7

start dey drink goldenmorn

Be born again  does work

start dey wear pampers, u will even look younger than 6

or sam, screw all dis, all u have to do is look down ur pants, cosm sure ur 3 years old

just die make dem born u again

I wan to be 6 again as well so that I can have my Barbie Dolls, my little pony and also lots and lots of teddy bears . . . .

monkey

And who are you calling a monkey monkey?

look around very well, u would know, if u still dnt get it, get a MIRROR

TUFIAKWA!!!!!!!!!! If I be monkey, you be chipanzee

sam is 0.0001 old

supported,

ur brain is still six years old

sam, i love the joke. nice one