My Resignation as an Adult

Love ’em or hate ’em, e-mail forwards flood our inbox on a daily basis.  You know our rule: if we suffer you suffer.  So here is the Forward of the Week…

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 5 year old again.

* I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it is a four star restaurant.

* I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples in a pond with rocks.

* I want to think M&M’s are better than money because you can eat them.

* I want to lie under a big oak tree and watch the ants march up its trunk.

* I want to run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer’s day.

* I want to go fishing and care more about catching the minnows along the shore than the big bass in the lake.

* I want to think the world is fair.

* I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all I knew about were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes. When I didn’t know what I know now. When all I knew was to be happy because I was blissfully unaware of all the things that should make me worried.

* I want to think that a quarter is worth more than a dollar bill because it is prettier and weighs more.

* I want to think 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 in life again.

* I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, dreams, the imagination, the Tooth Fairy, a kiss that makes a boo-boo go away, making angels in the snow, and that my dad and G-d are the strongest people in the world.

So…here’s my checkbook and my car keys, my credit cards and the bills, my 401K statements, my stocks and bonds, my collections, my insurance premiums, my job, my house and the payments, my e-mail address, pager, cell phone, computer, and watch. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this with me further, you’ll have to catch me cause…tag! You’re it!