I was recently eating some cereal, Cheerio’s to be precise. The same stuff I used to eat as a little kid. As I  watched the circles of whole wheat swirl around in the murky milk I was reminded of all of the good times I had as a little child. A warm wave of nostalgia washed over me. As it splashed against the back of my brain it gave me a little idea. I walked over to our Tupperware  drawer and rummaged around. Finally I came up with a tiny little plastic cup. The exact same one I had used as a child of only five or seven. I filled it with apple juice (a bad combo with cereal but that’s what I did when I was young).  After my first sip I had made my decision. I was going to live my day as if I was seven again. I Went down stairs and watched cartoons. Drew in a coloring book I had. For lunch I used a tiny glass again and had Mac and Cheese. After wards I went outside and ran around for no particular reason. When I got back in I tried painting but to no avail. By the time I had finished I was so tired I had no choice but to take a little nap. I cranked some 54-40 and made myself dinner. Chicken strips and ketchup with milk. I went to bed at seven and thought as I drifted off to sleep, not a bad day at all.