I want to go back...

I want to go back.

I want to go back to where a fight with a sibling was over and done with by the time cartoons started on Saturday morning.

I want to go back to summers of riding my bike for hours and not for exercise.

I want to go back to throwing mud at wood doors of barns like snowballs at garage doors.

I want to go back to when I wanted glasses because I thought they were cool and not because I need them to actually see.

I want to go back to when boys were just plain gross and didn’t ruin people’s lives.

I want to go back to when I wasn’t allowed to drink pop.

I want to go back to when it was funny to belch.

I want to go back to spelling tests every Friday.

I want to go back to when I thought I shouldn’t have to wear a shirt because the boys didn’t have to.

I want to go back to worrying about my SAT’s.

I want to go back to being able to see shapes of things in the clouds.

I want to go back to being afraid of thunder and not lightning.

I want to go back to when cussing was fun to do if you didn’t get caught.

I want to go back to saving a seat for a friend on the bus even if he or she was a complete bitch and didn’t sit with me.

I want to go back to riding the bus.

I want to go back and learn how to play the piano or guitar with passion - not the flute with NO passion.

I want to go back to crayons.

I want to go back to writing in a diary.

I want to go back to laughing and not being able to stop.

I want to go back to being a latchkey kid.

I want to go back to being too young to drive and it not mattering because there was/is no place to go.

I want to go back to where I forgot what really happened.

I want to go back to when a boyfriend meant simply saying he was my boyfriend and nothing else.

I want to go back and apologize to people who really deserved an apology.

I want to go back and play board games all day during the summer.

I want to go back and have my first kiss again…with someone different.

I want to go back to when tears were there after a cut knee and not always at the verge of falling down my face.

I want to go back to believing in love.

I want to go back to picking flowers.

I want to go back to where it doesn’t hurt to think about certain things.

I want to go back and wear a hat more often in the winter.

I want to go back…