--♥Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground,
the worst thing you could get from the opposite sex was
cooties, dad was your hero, and mom was the person you
looked up to, your enemies were your teachers or your siblings,
race issues was who ran the fastest, war was a card game, the
only drugs you used was cough medicine and a girl that wore a
skirt didn't have to be a slut, the only thing you smoked were the
tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees
and the only things that can be broken were your toys. Life was
simple and care free, but what I remember the most was wanting
to grow up; and now wouldnt it be nice to go back to that..?♥[/color]