Dear Sir/Madam,
I am hereby officially tendering
my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the
responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make roads out of rocks.
I want to think that chocolate is better than
money because you can eat it.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and
run a lemonade stand with my friends on
a hot summer's day. I want to return to
a time when life was simple, when all you
knew were colours , multiplication tables,
and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother
you because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because
you were blissfully unaware of all
the things that should make you worried
or upset.
I want to think the world is fair - 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.
I want to live simply again.
I don't want my day to consist of
registration, assessments, unsubmitted
homework and three-minute coffee breaks.
I don't want to have to worry about
computer crashes, spilt paint, lost
contact forms or angry parents. I am
no-longer motivated by the mountains
of paperwork, the depressing news,
or the endless drive for improvement.
I am running out of ways to survive more
days in the month than there is money in
the bank.
I want to believe in the power of smiles,
hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace,
dreams, the imagination, mankind, and
making angels in the snow.
So..... here's my chequebook
and my car-keys, my credit-card
bills and my £300 overdraft.
I am officially resigning from
adulthood. And if you want to
discuss this further, you'll have
to catch me first, cause........
......"Tag! You're it."