I want to walk barefoot in the grass and make sandcastles and read stories and sing.
I want my high school hair back with the corn silk curls, and I want to wear skirts that touch the ground and weave crowns made of sweet smelling flowers for hours with my girls.
I want to laugh for a week without stopping.
I want money and chocolate to grow on trees.
I want to buy a new toilet instead of cleaning my old one.
I want a maid, a hairdresser and a chef. And a milkshake. And world peace.