some days
Some days I just wish I can go back to the time when the most difficult decision I had to make was which color crayon to use.
When all I needed to feel better was some jelly beans or a snow cone.
When the worst mistake I made can be fixed with a fat rubber eraser.
Some days I want to go back to the time when I could just bury myself in books, and nobody would bother me for hours.
When it didn't matter what other kids thought of me, because I know I'm different, and I liked it that way.
When I didn't have to pretend I wasn't hurt or sad or angry, because everyone knows it doesn't take a lot to make a kid cry.
Some days I wish I can go back to when the world I knew revolved around playgrounds and dollhouses.
When I spent most of my hours in the same place everyday, but I didn't mind because I still get to do different things.
When I looked forward to stormy weather because it's the best time to have a mug of warm hot chocolate. With the tiny marshmallows.
When vacations came on a regular basis, and the weekends were never too short.
Some days I wish time would stop, and I could enjoy life the way I did when I was a child.
Some days. Like today.
When all I needed to feel better was some jelly beans or a snow cone.
When the worst mistake I made can be fixed with a fat rubber eraser.
Some days I want to go back to the time when I could just bury myself in books, and nobody would bother me for hours.
When it didn't matter what other kids thought of me, because I know I'm different, and I liked it that way.
When I didn't have to pretend I wasn't hurt or sad or angry, because everyone knows it doesn't take a lot to make a kid cry.
Some days I wish I can go back to when the world I knew revolved around playgrounds and dollhouses.
When I spent most of my hours in the same place everyday, but I didn't mind because I still get to do different things.
When I looked forward to stormy weather because it's the best time to have a mug of warm hot chocolate. With the tiny marshmallows.
When vacations came on a regular basis, and the weekends were never too short.
Some days I wish time would stop, and I could enjoy life the way I did when I was a child.
Some days. Like today.
posted by super inday at 4:59 am
4 Comments:
Sounds like your regressing. I remember this high school teacher of mine who told a class that we should all be enjoying our youth coz adulthood sucks. Well she didn't acutually say it sucked, I don't remember her exact words, but it was something along those lines.
Of course I didn't listen to her. I thought "what a fogie of a hag this woman is". Now I realize she's right.
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We can still enjoy certain things for all they are worth without worrying about everything else, even if we are no longer children, and even if only for a few moments each day. It is all in the mind:)
Some days I feel exactly the same way...
On another day I would have said "great minds think alike *wink wink*"
But today... I'll just say... perhaps: tired, stressed out, zonked out minds think alike.... *too tired to wink*
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