Driving down the road, I observed a horse grazing in a pasture. Oh, what I’d give to trade places with that horse. All I’d have to do is graze on the grass in the cool morning under a blue sky. I’d just swat the bugs that pester me with my long, brown tail. Occasionally, I’d lift my nose to the wind to check if any other horses were near by. Sometimes I wish I were just a horse.

Sometimes I wish I were a little child. Nothing to do but play. Every waking hour is spent in entertainment of some kind. My biggest worry would be if Santa Claus would think I was good enough this year. There are hugs and love is given so freely. Wrongdoing is forgiven because of your youth. Money is just something with heads or tales on it. Your only pressure is to get to the bathroom before your hand won’t hold it anymore! No need for makeup. Who cares if your clothes match or flatter you? And you can chew your vitamins. Oh, I wish I were a child.

I’ve comforted myself in tough times by thinking that in six months, this will all be behind me. In six months, this will not matter. In six months, this will be a vague memory. I wish it were six months from now.

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