My Formal Resignation

[Mistress Tatiana]

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 go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.

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

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

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
colors, 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 again.

I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer
crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days
in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills,
gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

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 checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my
401K statements. 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."

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[Death Knight Soth]

True, true, ... Let me join you...Takes his turn as he's tagged by Tatiana.

I want to go back to the time when G.I. Joe was the coolest dude on the block, and Stretch Arm Strong was your favorite guy to beat the "Chit" outta when you were pissed at the world. When Slimy and Silly string was the most lethal thing you could carry as an 8 year old.

A time when catching lizard's and horny toad's was the favorite past time. Then bring them home and hide them in your closet in your own make shift desert you created all by your lonesome. To see the look on your mother's face when she opened the closet door to put your shirts away and the critter's came flying out, and to hear the shrill scream's as you laughed in a corner of the house. To know it was worth being grounded for the rest of your natural born life, just to see Mom's expression that was worth all the money in the world!

I want to be able to answer the phone when a bill collector call's and they hear my 8 year old voice and I tell them ..."Yeah, It's me your looking for, ... But guess what? ... I'm 8 years old, so kiss my <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>! Cuz I don't have any money anyway!...

I want to be able to go back to the time as a 8 year old when sugar was the rush...When Sugar Stick's and Pop Rock's was the coolest high a kid could have. To bounce off the wall's and run your little sister crazy by tearing off the head of her favorite Barbie Doll and enjoy every minute of it as she screamed at the top of her lung's ..."I telling Mom when she gets home!"

I want to be able to have my favorite Schwinn bike back. The thought of your own bike as your own personal car and all the real car's had to stop for you cuz you always had the right of way with all grown up's! ... When you could take your dad's favorite deck of playing card's and put then in the spoke's of your bicycle with clothespins and it made your bike sound like a cool Harley Davidson.

A time when all your worries as a kid consisted of seeing Walt Disney at 8 o'clock. But the only thing between you and seeing it on time was the sliced tomato's on your plate that you hated to eat cuz it was gross and mushy. Your next horrifying worry would be getting your allowance on time from Mom and Dad for keeping your room clean at inspection time.

When you heard the word "Politics'" for the fist time, but it was nothing more then a grown up word. And foreign affair's and politics was summed up in trading baseball card's that were just as good as money. As an 8 year old, you were your own Political Ambassador!"

And the closest to war and fighting the enemy in an 8 year olds mind, was rounding up all your buddies on the block and put on old army attire. Picking team's to go to war with up and down the neighborhood. It was getting all the pretty girl's to play the nurses when you make believed you got shot, which happened to be every three or four step's. How that turned into Doctor's and Nurse's and that in it's self was the next great frontier even though you told your buddy's that girl's were still icky!

That's what I call the golden year's, young at heart and without a care in the world. If only our world leader's were 8 year's old...It might be a better place.

Tag your it!...:)

[Lady Razielle]

Okay now I am worried about you people.... :rollin:

[Jedah Lynch]

And your married to one of "those people" so :p to you hun;)