That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up.-WALT DISNEY, attributed, The Quotable Walt Disney
I would like to be 12 years old again, please.
I would like to play outside in the sun all day and not come home till the street lights come on.
I’d like to have “summer legs” again. All bruised, tan and dirty from riding my bike and running around.
I’d like to fly a kite or roller skate.
I’d like to sleep in till the sun shines on my face and wakes me up from delicious dreams of happiness.
I’d like to run around with the boys and not have to worry about what I look like. Because the boys don’t care what I look like. They just want to play fort.
I’d like to sit under the cherry tree on a big blanket with my Daddy. Sit in the hot sun and feed him cherries. Watch him spit out the pits. Which for some reason just makes me laugh and laugh.
I’d like to swim all day and not have a care in the world. And realize I was supposed to be born a fish.
I want to kiss a boy for the first time, and feel that thrill of the innocent unknown.
I want to watch the sunset and be in awe of it.
I want to eat watermelon off the back step of Grandma Georgie’s house and spit the seeds on the ground.
I want to play Tiddly Winks and Tarot cards with my Grandma Eva.
I want to run around with my BFF Dougie. I don’t know why but I’ve always been friends with boys.
I want to stand in Grandma Bobbie’s flower garden and listen to the buzz of the bees as they fly around me.
I want to hang out in our tree house.
Or climb a tree.
I want to play in a thunder storm. Where I feel most at home. I want to splash in the puddles. I want to open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue.
Yep, I would like to be 12 years old again, please.