Can I Play?

Oh how nice it must be to be a child.
What am I saying, we were all children at some point in our lives.
Our minds still raw and untouched, still full of fantasies and fears that we have yet to uncover.
We all envy this innocence, for some reason...even though we've all had it.
Of course when we were "little", we wanted nothing more than to be grown up. We gazed at adults, admiring them, wondering when we'd be "able to do that" or "see those movies" or "understand those jokes".
We'd play house and wonder when we'd really have an actual kitchen and a husband or wife.
And when it happens, when we finally wake up with a high school diploma waiting for us or with a briefcase in our hands, all we want to do is go back to that time where we were painting pictures with our fingers.
That time where we had to spend hours and numerous times repeating, just to remember something as simple as our phone number.

Could it be that we envy children because of their ability to forget something in an instant simply because they don't comprehend? As "adults" we can cling onto bad memories and events because we do understand the situations we were put in. It sticks to us because we are aware. Things that happen to us as children are sometimes forgotten because we didn't understand. Our parents would tell us to forget about it and we would just pick up our doll and go play.
But it's not so simple anymore. We're not able to just turn off our minds and turn them over to the wonderful concept of imagination anymore.
I think that's what we really miss the most. The ability to be mentally... free.
Because as much as we like to think we have the most freedom as adults, being a kid is as free as it gets.