My Resignation

My Resignation
Author Unknown

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight-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 a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were 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 simply again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive when there are 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, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, mankind and making angels in the snow.

I want to play with my pets and my days of imagination to last forever

So here are my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401(k) statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.

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

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ohhhhhhhh, let me play!

Anonymous said...

We used to play marbles all day long. You don't see children doing that any more. I had a shoebox full of marbles. That's was the only thing important to me. One day I just stopped.

Playing marble would be my dream.

Anonymous said...

King of the Hill.

That was my game. You find a yard with a steep slop and everybody would race to the top and who ever got up to the top first was king and everybody else would go back down the hill. Then one person at a time would run up the hill and wrestle with the king. Who ever won was king.

The world was so simple then.

Anonymous said...

Use to love winter. My family lived up north when I was a kid and it couldn't snow enough for me. It was true love; making angels, snowmen, and snow castles. Now all snow is is an inconvenience.

D-run said...

Hide and Go Seek. Played it all the time with my brothers and sisters. Im going to call them up and get them here Xmas and we are going to play it one last time.

Anonymous said...

Playing marbles, swimming and tree climbing. Man we had fun.

Reginald Milton said...

My best childhood memory was when I was around twelve my best friend and I would go to the corner store and buy a big slice of bologna and crackers. We would then walk the railroad tracks for miles. So simple but so fun.

My friend passed away from cancer last year. What I would give to be able to walk those tracks eating bologna and crackers with my buddy just one more time.