Sometimes I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the time when:

• Decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo.”

• Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “do over!”

• “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

• Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in “Monopoly”

• Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.

• It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best” friends.

• Being old referred to anyone over 16.

• The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and the rules didn’t matter.

• The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.

• It was magic when dad would “remove” his thumb.

• It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn’t an Olympic event.

• Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.

• Nobody was prettier than Mom.

• Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

• It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the “big people” rides at the amusement park.

• Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

• Abilities were discovered because of a “double-dog-dare.”

• Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute ads for action figures.

• “Oly-oly-oxen-free” made perfect sense.

• Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.

• The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

• War was a card game.

• Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

• Cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

• Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.

• Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

• Older siblings were the worst tormentors but also the fiercest protectors.