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I honestly don’t remember being six. I’ve been gifted with a glorious bad memory. But I know what I want to do, the one day I get to be six again.

Last year I went to Disney world for two whole days, and it was bloody brilliant. It was a dream come true, and no doubt the happiest place in the world!

If at this age I went crazy being there, I wonder how crazy I’ll go if I were to go there when I am six.

But then, what if I got to be six without all my current memories? And maybe I was a kid who was scared of rides? :/

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Life’s a Candy Store.”

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