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Copyrights reserved by the author. If you are in doubt, please click on 'Copyrights' and read the details. I want to go back to a time by J. G. Fabiano I want to go back to a time when my biggest problem was worrying if my students understood what I had just taught them. I want to go back to a time where my primary concern was putting up with a bad neighbor. I want to go back to a time when I was more concerned with my weight and what I was going to wear on a Saturday night. I want to go back to a time when I could be angry that George W. Bush stole the election. I want to go back to a time when my biggest worry was finding more hair in my sink. I want to go back to a time when my biggest concern with my daughter was her finances. I want to go back to laughing every time I saw or heard my new President on television. I want to go back to a time when the biggest concern my wife had was if she would have the time to clean her house between her days at work. I want to go back to a time when my hometown's biggest concern was with over-population and uncontrolled growth. I want to go back to a time when I thought my world was unraveling because a selectman or school-board member quit. I want to go back to a time when I got upset because the mailman delivered my neighbor's mail to my home. I want to go back to a time when beetles in my lawn and garden were the only attackers I had to worry about. I want to go back to a time when I was upset because of my daughter's new boyfriend. I want to go back to a time when I was mad at my brother-in-law because he said he didn't like my wife's cooking. I want to go back to a time when I was upset because I couldn't watch the New England Patriots lose on a Sunday afternoon because I had to go visit my wife's mother. I want to go back to a time when I was not worried that my daughter was living and working in Boston. I want to go back to a time when I was upset because I was not allowed to cross York Street on a crosswalk because of the cars zooming by. I want to go back to a time when I got mad because it hadn't rained for weeks and I had to go out, day after day, to water my lawn and garden. I want to go back to a time when I was worried that my wife would be mad at me because I drank too much beer with my neighbor. I want to go back to a time when I was bored by watching the news. I want to go back to a time when I could grab a news magazine on my way to the bathroom and read a cover story about Britney Spears. I want to go back to a time when I was upset with my neighbor's teenaged children for making too much noise with their cars. I want to go back to a time when I was upset with my daughter because she called me to vent out her frustrations. I want to go back to a time when I became aggravated with myself because I had blisters caused by walking to the beach with my sandals on, and no socks. I want to go back to a time when I loved to laugh just for the purpose of laughing. I want to go back to a time when I shuddered when I saw obscenities painted on the rocks by the beach. I want to go back to a time when I became concerned because I thought the Goldenrod charged too much for their ice cream. I want to go back to a time when I could look into my student's eyes and see only their bright futures. I want to go back to a time when my biggest worry was arriving at the beach at the wrong time of the tide. I want to go back to a time when the only thing I had to worry about my mail was whether or not I paid a bill on time. I want to go back to a time when I became mad at my principal for making me complete too much paperwork. I want to go back to a time when I became nutty at my relatives for visiting me on a Sunday night. I want to go back to a time when my wife upset me because I was perpetually upsetting her. I want to go back to a time when I became frustrated because my cat left too much fur on my couch. I want to go back to a time when I had to wait too long to travel out onto York Street. I want to go back to a time when it became so cold that I could no longer feel my feet or my nose. I want to go back to a time when I became incensed because my lawn mower or snow blower decided not to start. I want to go back to a time when I was fit to be tied because the seaweed stunk on Long Sands Beach. I want to go back to a time when I became annoyed by the absurdities of the commercials on television. I want to go back to a time when my blood boiled because the city plows dug up the corner of my property. I want to go back to a time when I became frustrated because my newspaper was not delivered in time. I want to go back to a time when I had to work late into the night and was not able to watch any television. I want to go back to a time when my entire week was equated to the probability of a Red Sox win or loss, usually a loss. I want to go back to a time when I became upset because I became constipated because I ate too much cheese. I want to go back to a time when my biggest worry was that I ran out of underwear. I want to go back to a time when I was forced to watch television shows even though I knew they were absolutely the biggest waste of time I had ever suffered through. I want to go back to a time when I became upset with myself because I couldn't answer a question on "Jeopardy". I want to go back to a time when I became disturbed with my niece because she allowed her dogs to jump up at me and scratch my legs. I want to go back to a time when I had to defend my President because he was caught in a lie. I want to go back to a time when my daughter got mad at me because I didn't tell her I liked her boyfriend. I want to go back to a time when my blood pressure rose because my computer decided to do anything it damned well wanted to do. I want to go back to a time when I became totally frustrated with my wife because she makes me go shopping with her. I want to go back to a time when I thought I would lose my mind because I had to wait over a half-hour in line at my bank because there was one person in front of me. I want to go back to a time I couldn't understand why I had to pay an excise tax on my car each and every year. I want to go back to a time when my anger brewed because someone had twelve items in a line that was supposed to only allow ten. I want to go back to a time when I felt totally secure anywhere I opted to go. I want to go back to a time when I thought I could always protect my family no matter where they are, or how far away they are from me. I want to go back to a time when my parents would take what little time I had to help them with this or that. I want to go back to a time when my biggest hatred concerned the falling of leaves in the autumn. I want to go back to a time but I know I can't, even though I want to. The End
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