Why did we stop being children?
Why did we stop being innocent?
As a child I may hurt sometimes but it would only take a second and I would be laughing and playing again.
Why did we stop playing?
As a child I used to find everything everlastingly amazing. I loved to open books and let the stories unfold in front of me.
Why did we stop dreaming?
Jobs and responsibility, what a terrible waste of time.
It makes much more sense to go and be a farmer in my sandbox plowing up the cat turds with my John Deere tractor and plow.
I didn't have to wash my hands every time after touching something.
I didn't go crazy over a cut or bump or bruise.
Only the adult in me and the ones
that surround me act that way.
Such at terrible way to act.
I remember playing for hours with my brother with little plastic army men.
We set up entire regiments and played nuclear war and blew them all up.
That's what we saw on the television was that the army men were
all getting blown up and melted.
We saw that lying was ok if you were the guy running the show
and yet
we were punished if we lied.
I remember when learning was something I looked forward to.
I remember when the weather was something to rejoice about,
not complain constantly about.
Yes growing up means you complain, and complain a lot.
It's no fun being a grown-up.
What day,
what exact moment in time
did I stop being a child?
There must have been something that happened
that was so devastating that it altered my entire
being as to take me from a child to an adult.
Such a terrible thing this must have been.
So terrible that I can't even remember.
It might have been school
when they started to put rules, regulations and limits on me.
But school was only temporary.
I could always go back to being a full goose running wild kid again when I got away from the teachers.
Teachers for the most part just aren't any fun.
There are those few though,
ah yes, the ones that really matter.
They tell you stories of their own lives and experiences
and how that fits into what they teach.
They are one with the students
They understand the turmoil that the student is going through
as they approach adulthood and see their
childhood staying behind.
Because a part of them
refuses to grow up completely.
I refuse to grow up completely.
I must continue to be a child.
I get dirty because I like to get dirty.
I play with my toys because my toys are such special gifts to me.
I will follow my dreams no matter how ridiculous they may seem to you adults
because they are my dreams.
I will be a child.
Come play with me.
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hippy mike
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spirit
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