Five

When I was 5, my biggest stress was having to participate in "bath night." Boys were still "icky," friends were plentiful & days were spent playing Wonder Woman in my Underoos.

The point at which my carefree life switched over to "adulthood," filled with worries & outside demands cannot be pinpointed, yet there is a definite difference between me at 28 and my 5-year-old self. Oh what I would give to be back in that little body...playing with dolls & just knowing that daddy could fix anything...

That little girl is still inside somewhere, and I'm inviting her back for a visit. When she comes, she will take away the pressures of this adult life and bless me with child-like peace...Then I'll call my daddy...He'll "kiss it better," and all my worries will be washed away.