I wish I were 4 again

No one cares what you do, you dont get in trouble, you don't have a care in the world, the only thing that matters are the toys you have. you get to go to sleep at 8 and the world you know consists of endless Barbie dolls and yummy food. You don't know half of the things the older kids know but it doesn't matter. You hate taking baths and brushing your teeth. Sharing is a sin and crying just means you're tired. When you want to be happy you smile when you don't you scream and it's not a felony. then a few years past and you grow up. You learn that every little thing matters toys become for little kids and are replaced with textbooks and binders. You're lucky if you're asleep by 11 and your world consists of school and turkey sandwiches- maybe something different on a good day. You kill to take a shower and brushing your teeth is refreshing. You learn that sharing is what you want to do and if you don't you're a selfish bitch. Crying means you're genuinely upset, and you stay up late at night and wake up with mascara residue on the pillows. you start to feel bad for yourself and then you realize how much you have to be thankful for and how little other people have to be thankful for. I wish I were 4 again.