I wish I were 8 years old again

[NoBushSpokenHere]

When I was eight, I didn't know much about the world. I spent my time in my swing or on my sliding board. My biggest worries were wondering how long I could stay outside and play before my Mom made me come in.

I didn't know what a hurricane was, much less how much damage it could do. I didn't know how much power a President had, nor did I care. Voting only meant deciding who was going to be leader of our playground group. The leader decided whether we would jump rope or take turns on the big slide. I preferred both, so it didn't matter to me who won the race.

The only real problems I had were parents who seemed to argue alot. This, I could deal with easily. Playing marbles or watching late night "Thriller" was a cure for any minute worries I had.

Starvation and people losing jobs and homes didn't seem to happen back then. Health care crises was only my Mom threatening to take me to the dreaded hospital if I didn't will myself to get better from whatever flu I had.

There were no worries about losing our freedoms and votes. We were free to swing as high as we wanted.

Oh, to be eight years old again . . .

[Maru Kitteh]

1. And both my parents were alive

I could ask my dad any question in the world and he always had a decent answer for me. I could touch and feel and talk to him. When I dream, I can still smell him when I give him a hug.