Oh my god what I would give to be a kid again. To jump on the bed and hide from my parents. I want to fist fight my brother and leap off a mountain, or a very tall, tall table. I would give anything to hear my parents say “Get down from there!” again. Remember our first crush? Oh those crushes. Remember spin the bottle? How we would shake as the bottle scratched across the floor, hoping it would land on someone who has invaded all our day dreams. The sound chilling our spine. Remember telling your friends to let her know you like her, then pretending you have no idea what they’re talking about. Remember how much courage it took us to say the truth? But we did it anyways. What I would give to be a kid again. To play in the streets, break a few windows, push a few girls. Remember the scary movies? We would snuggle close, holding each other because we thought the ghost was gonna get us. Sharing screams and sheets. And when we were sad, we would just cry. We would run into our rooms or the bathroom and weep away. Then after moments of tears life would take hold of us again. Bringing us back to what’s in front of us. Remember love? How awful we would feel parting from our parents. Remember the first day of school, cuts and stitches, mistakes and compromise? Life was alway an adventure. Oh, what I would give to be a kid again. I would know nothing about war or abandonment. I would simply be.