**HALLOWEEN**
..Jenni..
HOT DAMN!
Quad 4eva
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 you would hug.
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were who could run the fastest, War was a card game.
Life was simple and care free. But what I remember most is wanting to grow up.
And now all i want is to be young again.