I want to cry my eyes out, stamp my feet, throw myself on the floor and scream my head off. I want to run around playing in the garden minutes later pretending to be a pirate or a princess as if nothing happened. I want to pick rose petals and make hiddeous perfume in all kinds of crazy shaped bottles and try to sell them to my family. I want to make a den on the waste ground at the back of our garden out of old window frames with nails sticking out of them and slugs and snails crawling on the damp, rotting wood. I want to sit in my neighbours shed and blush furiously at the pictures of topless models in his Father's copy of Playboy.
I want to run around the living room until my socks are hanging off my tippy toes and play murder in the dark. I want to put dusters on my feet and polish the floor at my friends house whilst pretending to be champion ice-skaters. I want to be a prima ballerina in her living room, dancing to her parent's classical records.
I want to hunt for my pet hamster, Timmy as he runs across the curtain pelmet or hides inside the gas fire. I want to search for my pet Tortoise, Tommy among the stawberry patch, looking for the big yellow T painted on his back. I want to play with my pet kitten, Candy and let her sleep on my bed.
I want to take a big metal spoon and scrape the remains of the cake mixture from my Mother's baking bowl. I want to put strawberry jam on the leftover bread and butter from the egg and chips we had for tea. I want to run to the bus stop to meet my Father coming home from work. I want to wrestle with him on the floor before dinner and take driving lessons on his chest using cans as the pedals.
I want to throw a sheet over a couple of chairs and camp out in the living room with my sister. I want to watch the raindrops slither down the window pane and take bets on which one will reach the bottom first. I want to have a picnic in the living room when it's raining and we can't go out as planned. I want to sit in the church gateway and eat our sandwiches because we did go out but it rained anyway.
I want to run to the front door at the sound of my Beano comic falling onto the door mat. I want to spend my pocket money on Pez and put them in my dispenser with the Lion's head. I want to stop at the village corner shop on the way to school and buy a quarter of sherbet bon bons or toffee cushions and spend the remaining 2p on a chocolate Basil Brush. I want to climb up on the railing and stroke old Black Dan the horse's nose as he swats the flies from his back with that big old tail of his. I want to stop and say hello to the school pet rabbits before I go into class.
I want to tuck my skirt in my knickers at playtime and do handstands up the wall. I want to play clapping and skipping games with my friends and link arms around the playground singing "which dress do you like the best?". I want to file into the dinner hall and breathe a sigh of relief when there's no cheese pie on the menu. I want to sit on the soft, green grass, eat my packed lunch and share my beef broth from my Thermos flask.
I want to ride around the block on my bicycle without my hands on the handle bars. I want to put cardboard in the wheels with a clothes peg and make a big noise as I cycle around the neighbourhood. I want to meet my friends on a misty October night under the street light. I want to walk across the railway lines in the Summer across the fields to the bluebell wood.
I want to put on my leotard and walk to ballet school in the local village hall. I want to tie the ribbons of my shoes while the aged pianist plays on the untuned piano and the seniors practice at the line of chairs they call "the barre". I want to be chosen to dance a pas de deux in the next show and not have to play a boy!
I want to live each day as it comes, marvel at everything, learn something every day and laugh like I hadn't a care in the world.
Angel has spoken....... thank you for listening! 
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