My Resignation

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities
of an 8 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 lie under a big oak tree
  and 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 colours,
  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 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,
  and the loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs,
  and a kind word;
  and making angels in the snow.

So . . . here's my checkbook and my car-keys,
  my credit card bills and my 401K statements.

I am officially resigning from adulthood.
 And if you want to discuss this further,
  you'll have to catch me first, cause........


......"Tag! You're it."


  This Resignation hit the e-mail curcuit in 1999. No one quoted any source so I offer this and credit it to anonymous until someone lets me know to whom the credit belongs.
You are visitor # since June 1, 2000

Return to adulthood here,
but if I were you I'd turn off this computer right now.
Go outside and stomp in a puddle....
.... real hard.