I remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.
The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties.
Mom was your hero & Dad was the only boy in your life.
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were who ran the fastest.
War was a card game.
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine.
Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut.
The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike.
The only thing that hurt was skinned knees.
The only things that could get broken were your toys.
Life was simple and carefree, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up