Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.
The worst thing you could get from boys were cooties.
Dad was the only boy in your life.
You could always count on mom to fix everything.
Your worst enemies were your siblings & teachers.
Race issues were who ran the fastest.
War was just a cardgame.
Wearing skirts meant you were a princess, not a slut.
The only drugs you knew were cough medicine.
The only thing that hurt was skinned knees and papercuts.
The only things that can get broken were your toys.
Life was so simple & care-free.
And all we wanted to do, was grow up.