Ah, what a wondrous thing it was to be six. Six is the age where the world doesn't need to make sense. It just is. You may ask questions and want to know why, but even if you don't get an answer, you're still happy.
I wish I was six again, just for a little while. I would love to experience many things again.
When I was six, my grandma was very healthy. She was a smoker, but her lungs could still tolerate it. Now she is older, and her health is failing.
When I was six, my Poppy Charles was still very much alive. He wasn't around all that much, but I loved seeing him and spending time with him. Whenever I would go to his apartment, I was convinced that his stuffed cat Charlemagne was very much alive. I just thought she slept all the time which is why she would never play with me. To be honest, I was later sad to find out that she was only a stuffed animal. Now my poppy has been dead for almost 4 years, and Charlemagne "sleeps" on my bed.
When I was six, I had just lost my Poppy Milton. I didn't know what death meant. I just knew that they put you into a coffin, and then you didn't see that person anymore. Now I've lost way more than just my grandpa, and I know what death means, and I hate it.
When I was six, my uncle was still alive. I think he may have still been living at my grandma's house at the time. He had two cats: Archie and Dottie. Archie hated all humans other than my uncle. A year later, he committed suicide, and my grandma has lived with the pain and hurt from that ever since then.
When I was six, I was just learning how to read, and I dove headfirst into books. I remember reading American Girl books, and I remember the way the books smelled. They smelled so good. I remember not being able to say the name Felicity, and my first grade teacher didn't know how it was pronounced either. I would look into American Girl magazines and cut out the pictures of the dolls that I wanted so badly. I remember how magical it was when I received my first American Girl doll.
When I was six, I was just losing my baby teeth. I loved losing them. There was just something so appealing about it. I remember show my gym teacher my loose tooth one day, and she was digusted. Now I agree with her. I would lose teeth at school, and then I would get to go to the nurse's office and get a tooth necklace so I could take it home.
When I was six, I didn't understand what cancer was. I knew that it was something scary, and I knew that my grandpa had died from it. When my next door neighbor was diagnosed with breast cancer, I remember being terrified that she was going to die. Now I know all too well what cancer is, and I hate it. I want to be a pediatric oncologist.
When I was six, the world was magical. Everytime it snowed, I would want to play in the snow. When it was sunny, I wanted to play outside. I would play on the swingset, and I would swing what felt like so high. I felt like I was flying.
When I was six, Disney was magical. Now I'm 18, and Disney is still magical. But there were sad years where I felt like I was too grown up for Disney, and I missed out.
When I was six, I didn't have much to worry about. Being six was great.
I wish I were six again, just for a little while.
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