"My Resignation" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Just sat down to read my free, weekly, "The Fishwrapper",  which I find at my local "Stauffer's Of Kissel Hill" Supermarket every week when I go to find items that you just can't find at any other food market in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  "The Fishwrapper" is a full-color, 16-page, 8 1/2" x 11" publication on white paper with a religious theme to it that is filled with plenty of stories, photographs, cartoons, and...yes.. advertisements, that take about a half-hour to work your way through on a weekly basis.  It is one of the main reasons I travel the mile to Stauffer's every week.  One of today's treats, beside the delicious ham and cheese sandwiches and home-made cookies, was the story I found on page 6 of the November 26 issue. Story was titled "My Resignation" and read like this...

I am officially tendering my resignation as an adult.  I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight-year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four-star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think M&M's are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple; when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy, because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair.  That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible.  I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life, and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live "simple" again.  I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive when there are more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

I want to run and play with my pets all day.

I want my imagination to go on hundreds of trips and last forever.

So here is my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my bank statements.  I am officially resigning from adulthood.  And, if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, because, "TAG! YOU'RE IT!"

It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.