Man, today I missed being five like no other.

We were walking back to Mills today after getting food and we passed the playground next to the old library building and the place was just swarming with little kids and their parents. And you could tell that their biggest care was how that kid had been hogging the swingset for the past few minutes, or that they couldn't find a way up the rope ladder.

They weren't thinking about how well they were doing at work, or if they were going to make it to payday on $20 with 1/4 of a tank of gas. And their biggest dilemma when going back to school will be getting their moms to spring for the more expensive, cooler school supplies they want, not buying hundreds of dollars worth of books and making sure they can do seventeen credits and still get enough hours. And they don't even have to think about what school they'll be at in a year, or two years, or even ten because their parents will just shuffle them through the system and everything will happen as it should without them ever having to worry.

And as much fun as growing up is, what I wouldn't give for one more carefree summer afternoon on a playground before I'm too far gone to want it.