Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.
the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties.
your worst enemies were your siblings
mom was the prettiest girl you knew
dad was the coolest guy ever
race issues were who ran the fastest.
war was a cardgame
wearing skirts meant you were a princess not a slut.
the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and papercuts.
&& the only things that can get broken were your toys.
life was simple & carefree but...
all we wanted to do was grow up
