20 Great Reasons Why I Want To Be Six Again

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6-year-old.

I want to be six again.

I want to go to McDonald’s and think it’s the best place in the world to eat.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks.

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

I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.

I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables, and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym, and field trips.

I want to be happy because I don’t know what should make me upset.

I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible.

Sometimes, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain, and mortality.

I want to be six again.

I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever because I don’t know the concept of death.

I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used to escape from the things I should be doing.

I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.

I want to be six again.

I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.

I want to be naive enough to think that if I’m happy, so is everyone else.

I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of seaglass I’m looking for.

I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist, and how to find the money to fix the car.

I want to wonder what I’ll do when I grow up and what I’ll be, who I’ll be and not worry about what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out. I want that time back.

I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman’s mouth.

I want to be six again.

If only I could be six again for just a little while.


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The wistful longing of the essay strikes a chord of nostalgia and yearning for the innocence of youth. To be six again, ah, what a dream!

Life was simpler then, when joy came from the smallest things, like a trip to McDonald’s or making waves in mud puddles. The world was a wonderland of colors, nursery rhymes, and limitless possibilities. How I wish for that carefree time when nothing seemed impossible.

As we grow, the weight of knowledge bears down upon us, revealing the complexities of life. We learn about pain, loss, and the harsh realities that seemed distant in our innocent days. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and rediscover that blissful ignorance, where we believed in forever and the goodness of everyone around us.

To be oblivious to the burdens of adulthood and embrace the excitement of the little things again! To revel in the simple joys of finding sea glass on the beach or climbing trees in the afternoon sun. No worries about deadlines, money, or the future. Just living in the moment, cherishing each experience with unbridled joy.

Though we can’t turn back the hands of time, we can hold on to the cherished memories and the spirit of that six-year-old inside us. We can fill our lives with childlike wonder and savor the little things that bring us joy. For in those fleeting moments of simplicity, we find a precious escape from the weight of adulthood.

So, let us all embrace our inner child and cherish the memories of that carefree time. And in the midst of life’s challenges, let us find comfort and solace in the beautiful innocence of being six again, even if just for a little while.

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