I'm done with being an adult.
I want to go back to the days when I wanted to be a hairdresser. When I thought I was rich because I had a dollar. When a hug from my mom could cure any cut or scrape. When boys were just kids I would chase around the playground. When disappointment was what I felt when the ice cream store was closed. Back when I had plenty of time to play outside, read books, and write.