Then I thought about the advice that I would give my 6 year old self. That was pretty typical and dumb. Which led to utter brilliance.
The lessons my 6 year old self would re-teach me. Epic.
Play in the dirt. It's fun. Besides, you're going to have to take a bath... might as well make it worth it, right?
Owies don't hurt THAT bad... come on now, stop being so afraid of taking risks. It's worth a skinned knee to push yourself to the limit of greatness.
Grown ups worry far too much. A'int nobody got time for that (okay, my 6 year old self would NEVER say that, but it's what she would mean).
Playing dress-up is always the best response to a bad day... you get to be somebody else for a while.
Board games are a blast. Especially when you make up your own rules.
Your imagination is the best toy you will ever posess.
If you don't understand, ask why. Ignore people who get exasperated. Seek out the knowledge. Ask Priests deep, heartfelt questions, like "What does God look like?" and don't let them cop out.
An outfit does not have to match, it just has to make you happy.
Oh, that 6 year old Kristen. She was a fun one. Sometimes I look back and wonder how the path has moved me to where I am now. How I could have forgotten all those lessons while "learning" so many other things along the way.
This song just came on DWTS... it is so fitting for this post, so there we are.