Wishing I was 5.

Do you ever wish you were 5? I do.

I wish I was 5 almost every single day. I wish I was on my multi-colored swing-set from k-mart.

I wish my family didn't have money.

I wish I was wearing bib-overalls from Farm and Fleet.

That I had 5 things to wear.

I wish that I was naive to the way people can act so ugly. That I still hadn't found out that people are selfish at their core.

I wish I had never experienced loving someone and having them under-love me.

I wish I had never seen my parents cry.

Or a friend dead in a casket at the age of 17.


I wish death and pain and suffering were limited to a hen who the ducks had picked on.

I wish that my hair were still naturally blond..

that I could run around naked without having to affix the label of nudist to myself.

That I didn't have to shave my legs.

That I didn't have to drink coffee in the morning.

That I didn't know the taste of heartache or smell of love.


I don't know, I just wish that today was a real snow-day... not one of those-- work from home because you can't drive in-- snow days.. but a real one-- like a make cinnamon rolls with mom and sled with dad... snow day.


My neighbor boy plowed my drive way. I could kiss him.