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 five-star restaurant. 
I
want to skip rocks across clear water and
make great big mud pies.
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 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 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.
So . . . here's my mortgage, my cheque book,
my car keys, my credit cards, and my
RRSP 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." 