My misinterpretation of real life

Yesterday, after I finished cleaning my car, I laid down on the grass, and looked up at the sky. Everything disappeared. I was a kid again, with no worries in the world. It was wonderful, I enjoyed the moment for a while. When I sat up everything came rushing back. I was an adult again, responsible for putting away the cleaning supplies, taking back cans to be recycled, and many other things. At least I can say that yesterday I was happy, if only for a little while.