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From:	SMTP%"isiwilliams@alpha1.uncfsu.edu"  4-NOV-1998 15:19:57.11
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Six Again

I want to be six 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.

I want to stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph
on the roof.

I long for the days when life was simpler, 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 milk and cookies time, snack time,
recess, gym, music 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 think Mommy and Daddy will always be there, and people only
die on TV and in the movies.

I want to be six again.

I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life, and be overly excited
by little things, like water ice.

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 don't want to see world as a whole, but rather be aware of only those
things that directly concern 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, and
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, or how I'll ever escape this crummy job.

I want to have dog I can talk to, or if I can't have a dog, this
caterpillar will do.

I want that time back. I want to use it now as an escape. So that when
my computer crashes, and I have a mountain of paperwork, a screaming boss,
a depressed spouse, three weeks 'till payday, 11 months 'till vacation,
a psychiatric appointment at 6pm, and 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 can I possibly use for the
snowman's mouth?

I want to be six again.


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and as the rev. deac on norva/hampton-103-jams says, 
can i get a amen!
and the congregation went -
boom-shacka-lacha-lacha!!!, boom-shacka-lacha-lacha!!!...     (: