I Remember When...
Getting high meant swinging at the playground.
The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties.
Your mom was your hero.
Your dad was the only boy in your life.
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were who could run the fastest.
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine.
The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike.
Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut
Skinned knees and paper cuts were they only things that hurt.
Your toys were the only thing that could get broken.
War was a card game.
Life was simple and care free.
and all you wanted to do was
grow up.
Getting high meant swinging at the playground.
The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties.
Your mom was your hero.
Your dad was the only boy in your life.
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were who could run the fastest.
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine.
The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike.
Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut
Skinned knees and paper cuts were they only things that hurt.
Your toys were the only thing that could get broken.
War was a card game.
Life was simple and care free.
and all you wanted to do was
grow up.
.