On this the last day of 2016, I hereby officially tender my resignation.........as an adult!

I have decided to go back to being an 8 year old kid again. I want to walk down to Pick's Drive Inn and think its a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks down the irrigation ditch and make ripples in Burraston Pond's with rocks. I want to think Snaps are better than money because you can eat them. I want to lie under the old cherry tree and run a lemonade stand; do kick the can at the home of Scott Sparks. I want to think back when the world was colors; adding and subtracting the 2 cents I got for turning in pop bottles at the Serv or a penny for beer bottles at the IGA. To learn poems again. I want to return to happy times, not being aware of the dangers of the world. I want to think everything is fair and all people are honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be excited by little things, such as watching butterflies. I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes; watching depressing news; bills; gossip, illness, and the loss of loved ones. I want to be a kid again, and not worry about my own kids who are now adults. I want to take a long stroll from Whiting Bros. gas station all the way to the Frost-T-Freeze and look at the new Impalas that just arrived at Greenwood's and gaze at the beauty of Linda Howard and Betty Jo Greenhalgh. Perhaps Mike Royce would let me touch his new Honda 50 when he wasn't trying to dress so dapper. Maybe even stop at the Snak Shak where a Banana Cream pie is just 20 cents. I want to hike to the glory holes behind the J Hill. I want to believe in the power of smiles; hugs; a Juab County handshake for a deal; work; truth; justice; family; dreams and imagination. So this is it, the last day of being adult. If you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause........"Tag! You're it".