Childhood memories....
Am I the only one who wants to be five again??? It was so much easier then. You woke up in the morning, and your mom picked out your clothes, cooked your breakfast and drove you to school. Then you played with toys, listened to stories and napped until she came and picked you up again. Then you would go home and play with your barbies, or G.I. Joes or whatever, and played with your friends. Then you went to bed at like seven o'clock.

You didn't have to worry about boyfriends and girlfriends, the possibility of your mom offering you drugs (true story), and juggling school, work, over demanding parents, friends with emotional problems the size of the grand canyon (i'm one of them), and the endless parade of people who think its fun to mess with your head. No wonder so many people in this country are institutionalized.

I find myself laying awake at night trying to figure out how I'm going to make it through the next day without ripping every single hair out of my head.

Now I ask you...why can't I be five again?