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Happy to say that I have put some of this into practice.

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower.

I want to be six again.

I want to go to Mc'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 long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.

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, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. 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.....I 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 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 old car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be, who I'll be, and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want that time back.

I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my significant other, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, 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, and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.

I want to be six again.

Walt on Whidbey IPF,Nsip.Uip. 06

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.â€

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Hey Walt,

Can I join the 6 again club

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Subject: To Whom It May ConcernTo: "Lung" <Breathe-Support >Date: Monday, July 6, 2009, 2:26 PM

Happy to say that I have put some of this into practice.

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower.

I want to be six again.

I want to go to Mc'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 long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.

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, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. 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.....I 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 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 old car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be, who I'll be, and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want that time back.

I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my significant other, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, 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, and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.

I want to be six again.

Walt on Whidbey IPF,Nsip.Uip. 06

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.â€

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Walt,

Though you may have written in jest, your words are so moving !Ihope God grants

you your wishes and you always remain a child at heart!

-- In Breathe-Support , Walt wrote:

>

> Happy to say that I have put some of this into practice.

>  

> I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult in order to accept

the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower.

>  

> I want to be six again.

> I want to go to Mc'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 long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors,

the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you because

you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.

>  

> 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, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness,

pain and mortality. 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.....I 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 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 old

car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be, who I'll

be, and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want that time

back.

>  

> I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have

a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my

significant other, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, 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, and what I can possibly

use for the snowman's mouth.

> I want to be six again.

>

>

>  

> Walt on Whidbey IPF,Nsip.Uip. 06

>

>

>

> Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end

of the day saying, " I will try again tomorrow.â€

>

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fantastic

thanks walt

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Subject: To Whom It May ConcernTo: "Lung" <Breathe-Support >Date: Monday, July 6, 2009, 3:26 PM

Happy to say that I have put some of this into practice.

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower.

I want to be six again.

I want to go to Mc'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 long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.

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, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. 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.....I 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 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 old car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be, who I'll be, and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want that time back.

I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my significant other, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, 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, and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.

I want to be six again.

Walt on Whidbey IPF,Nsip.Uip. 06

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.â€

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Join me, Walt. I have regressed and so can you. Of course, they want to put me in the looney bin, but any six-year old can outwit adults. Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

To: Lung <Breathe-Support >Sent: Monday, July 6, 2009 3:26:21 PMSubject: To Whom It May Concern

Happy to say that I have put some of this into practice.

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower.

I want to be six again.

I want to go to Mc'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 long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.

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, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. 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.....I 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 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 old car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be, who I'll be, and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want that time back.

I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my significant other, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, 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, and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.

I want to be six again.

Walt on Whidbey IPF,Nsip.Uip. 06

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.â€

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