Disclaimer: Nonsensical word fart coming right at you.

I wish I was a kid again;

when the biggest of worries would only be about where to find that missing green crayon to color the leaves in that picture of a tree;

when you can eat as much sugar and not gain an ounce;

when disappointments would only be about not being allowed to stay up past your bedtime to watch late-night cartoons;

when the biggest challenge was learning how to tie your shoelaces or how to tell time;

when dreams can by as high as the sky without anyone trying to bring it down;

when exhaustion is caused by playing Cops and Robbers outside all day;

when naps are actually being forced upon you;

when decisions meant picking a player for that video game you love so much;

when mistakes meant nothing else but a bit of scolding and lessons learned.

Today, I literally wished that I didn’t have to be an adult so I won’t have to make decisions involving employment and tenure and careers. I could just spend the day looking for that missing green crayon, eating sweets, learning how to tie my shoelaces and how to tell time, dreaming of what my future would be like, playing outside all day, and fighting with my parents to stay up late. And then wake up the next day to do the exact same things.

There should be a John Mayer song about this. 

Oh wait.