Subject:
To Whom It May Concern:
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. I want to sail
sticks across a fresh mud puddle
and make ripples 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.
I want to lie under a big
Oak tree and run a lemonade stand
with my friends on a hot summers' day.
I want to return to a time when
life was simple. When all you knew
were colors, addition tables
and simple nursery rhymes,
but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what
you didn't know and you didn't care.
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 believe that
anything is possible.
Somewhere in my youth................
I matured and I learned too much.
I learned of nuclear weapons,
war, prejudice, starvation
and abused children.
I learned of lies,
unhappy marriages,
suffering,
illness,
pain and death.
I learned of a world
where men left their families
to go and fight for our country,
and returned only to end up
living on the streets.................
begging for their next meal.
I learned of a world where children
knew how to kill... and did!!
What happened to the time when we
thought that everyone would live
forever,
because we didn't grasp
the concept of death?
When we thought the worst thing
in the world was if someone took
the jump rope from you or picked you
last for kickball?
I want to be oblivious
to the complexity of life and be
overly excited by little things once again.
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 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, or
bills or where I was going to
find the money to fix my car.
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 believe in the power of
smiles,
hugs,
a kind word,
truth,
justice,
peace,
dreams,
the imagination,
mankind
and making angels in the snow.
Me!
I hereby officially tender my
I didn't worry about time,
Friendship pages of mine.
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©Mike Dimond 2000
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