Wai t… did you hear it? Or is it just your mind playing tricks on you? Suddenly, it becomes loud enough. You bolt to your room to shatter open your piggy bank with the secret hammer hidden under your bed specifically for times like these. Being even quicker, you snatch a few quarters and run after that ice cream truck like your life depended on that SpongeBob Popsicle with the gumball eyes. Your mouth is watering as you’re running down the street in your bare feet screaming for the ice cream man to stop. It was only noon, and that popsicle had already made your entire day. You come back in the house with half of the eyeless SpongeBob all over your face and the other half covering your shirt only to look at your mom with a giant, satisfied grin. Remember when it didn’t take much to make you happy?

Fast forward… Holy cow, school is starting soon. Who is going to be in your class? Is my teacher going to be nice to me? Who am I going to sit with at lunch? What if my best friend isn’t in my class? Is math going to be hard again this year? Finally, tomorrow is the day. The Focus is coming, and here you are wide-awake, in bed, and waiting. All you can think about is running to the mailbox in the morning to find the answers to all your questions. Yes! Your best friend is in your class, and you have lunch together! Score! All of a sudden, anxiousness transforms into excitement. Remember when going to school was exciting?

There they are. He or she looks so cute standing by their locker. You want to go over, but what do you say? You practice under your breath realizing it smells like the pizza you had for lunch. You fumble quickly to find a piece of gum, or six, to save yourself from the embarrassment. You strut over like you’re confident and ready to mingle and you said, “Hi.” A hello was returned, and a KISS concert starting playing in your head because you felt like a rock star. Remember when you conquer little things that scared the daylights out of you?

You’re thinking, “Okay chick, we get it, but what’s the point of these childish stories?” I want you to remember these times. I want you think think back to these moments regularly. These moments in your life seem so small, but in reality these are the moments that made you the happiest. When you were that excited, small kid, you didn’t have a care in the world. You wished to grow up so fast to be an adult and to do adult things. I don’t know about you, but I wish I could go back and be a kid again because responsibility and money are just so overrated. My point is stay in touch with you’re six-year-old excitement, friends. Do this by remembering these little times that made you you’re happiest self. It could be what keeps you sane in a world such as this one.