I wish I was 5 years old again.
Can you imagine. Someone cleans for me. Someone washes, dries, folds and puts away my laundry. There is food on the table 3 times a day. And it's not me who has to plan it, shop for it, unload it, prepare it and sit there and listen to the complaints about how yucky it is. I get to BE the one screaming about how yucky it is.
I get to play outside with my friends doing kart wheels in the front lawn and riding my bike around the neighborhood without a care in the world. I get to wear whatever I want without a bra! That right there is enough to resort back to childhood. I get to watch cartoons and sit on the floor, and like it, without hearing popping noises when I get up. To get hugs from my mom anytime I want. To have her stroke my hair and feel like nothing could ever hurt me.
Riding with my dad in his truck with windows rolled down and my arm hanging out the side just like him. Thinking he is Superman and nothing can hurt him.
My only cares are what I am going to put on my wish list for my birthday or if I can have ice cream after dinner. Not about bills, errands, deadlines, appointments or even death.
I want to be 5 so I don't have to do all the adult stuff that clutters up my mind and my fun. I want to laugh until milk comes out my nose. I want to run barefooted in the grass. To feel the warmth of my parents love surrounding me daily as they read to me and kiss me goodnight.
I want to be 5 years old again.
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