Thoughts from the Dirty City

My Resignation:

This letter is to inform you that I am hereby tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a child again.

I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four-star restaurant. I want to forget to eat my happy meal because I am so busy playing with the free toy.

I want to sail sticks across a mud puddle and make a road with rocks. Then I want to throw the rocks into the river to try and build a dam.

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

I want to think finding a quarter makes me rich beyond my wildest dreams.

I want to lie under a big tree after spending all day climbing as high as I dare.

I want to believe that if I had enough balloons, I could fly.

I want my feet to hurt from running around with bare feet all day, not uncomfortable heels.

I want to be proud of my “farmer’s tan”

I want to go back to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were the colors in your crayon box and numbers up to ten.

I want to not care who hears me having a tantrum, and I want to cry when it hurts. I want someone to kiss it and make it better with a band-aid.

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

I want to believe that tying a towel around my neck transforms it into a cape and gives me super powers.

I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life.

I want to believe in Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and the powers of glitter as fairy dust.

So, I am officially resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to try to talk me out of it,

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you’ll have to catch me first, cause

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.Tag! You’re it.

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