Facebook, The Woods, And Being Six Again?

A Facebook friend of mine shared a story about someone who ran away from home, for an afternoon, into the woods with some snacks.

I don’t remember much else, except for the fact that whoever it was didn’t get caught, and that they were very young at the time.

The way the story ended was “Oh to be six again, and mad at the world.”

Which made me wonder…

If I could be six again, would I?

And why? Less stress, no responsibilities? And would it really matter, one way or the other?

There’s a positive and negative side to everything, for sure.

As a six-year-old, I was learning what 6 + 4 was. Which was simple, I’d say. There was a lot of stress in my life because of what was going on back then, but I didn’t recognize it as such until much later.

Blissful ignorance (another plus about being a first-grader).

As a six year old, I wouldn’t have to worry about moving away from a place I’d spend seven of the first nine years of my life, because it hadn’t happened yet, not for another two to three years.

One set of grandparents would still be alive, along with someone else I loved and respected, not to mention all the other people I cared about who have passed away since I was 6 years old.

I wouldn’t have to worry about writing, deadlines, the new video script I’m working on, writing and revising fiction, or anything else that relates to work that I’ve been up to.

Being free of worry and most pain as a youngster (except for maybe scraped knees?) are top reasons for going back, in my book.

But there’s a lot of caked-on mud on the other side of this shiny coin.

I didn’t work at a junkyard until way after age 6 (you would hope, right?) So that’s something that wouldn’t have happened yet, if I went back there, from the present.

I didn’t meet a lot of the people who have become my good friends until my teens or later…so I wouldn’t have a lot of friends either.

Or any of the skills I picked up about writing, music, or much of anything else.

And my brother wouldn’t exist, if I went back to being six. Which would suck for me (and he wouldn’t be at all surprised at me saying that–you should ask him).

Working on emails, fiction, and learning to write video scripts has been some of the most stressful, as well as some of the most rewarding work I’ve ever done in my life.

The experiences I’ve had that impacted my life the most positively happened after I was six, hands down.

I also wouldn’t know that social media is an AWESOME place to find ideas for writing, marketing, perspective, a good laugh and more…when I was six, social media wasn’t around.

So I’d say, if I could be six, I wouldn’t…if I had to abandon everything I’d learned along the way to go back there. If I could keep all my memories and skills, I might consider it for a second (sounds like the idea for a book or story).

But then I wouldn’t be a true six year old, would I?

What about you? Would you be age six again, right now, if given the chance? Why or why not? Drop me a line in the comments and let me know.

By the time next Monday hits, March will be almost over. And I think we got those “April showers” a tad early around here.

Make it an awesome weekend too, all right?

Until next time,

Ty

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About Ty Mall

Thanks for stopping by. I've almost always been interested in writing, among other things. Along with discovering pop culture, I've uncovered a lot about the craft over the past 10 years. And whether you're a fiction writer or email copywriter, I'm here to pass on what I've found out. And have a ton of fun in the process.
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