Do you remember the AA.Milne poem, which goes something like this:
        When i was one I had just begun,
        when I was two I was nearly new
        when I was three I was barely me
        When I was four, just a  little bit more
        When I was  5 , I was just alive
        But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever.
        I hope I stay six for ever and ever.

Hilary Blue






EDWARD B KEITH wrote:
>
> Subject: To be six again
>
> 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 'cause 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 want to be six again.
> I long for the days when life was simple.
> When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables, and simple nursery
> rhymes,
> and it didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and
> you didn't care.
> I want to be six again.
> 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. Sometime, while I was
> maturing, I learned too much.
> I learned of nuclear weapons, starving and abused kids, and unhappy
> marriages.
> 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 I use for
> escape from the things I should be doing.
> I want to live knowing the little things I find exciting will always make
> me
> as happy as when I first learned them.
> IÂ 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 sea glass I'm looking for.
> I want to be six again.
> 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, not worry what I'll do if
> this
> doesn't work out.
> I want to be six again.
> I want that time back. I want to use it now as an escape. So that when my
> computer crashes,
> I have a mountain of paperwork, two depressed friends, 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.
> What I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth?
> I want to be six again.
>
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