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Do you remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground?
The worst thing you could get from girls was cooties?
Dad was your hero and mom was the only girl 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?
The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike?
The only thing that hurt was skinned knees?
The only thing that could get broken were your toys?
Life was simple and care free?
But what i remember the most was wanting to grow up.
Now that im grown up,i just want to be a kid again

Because that's what people do.
They leap, and hope to God they
can fly, because otherwise you
just drop like a rock, wondering the
whole way down "Why in the hell did I jump?
" But here I am, falling, and the only one
that makes me feel like I can fly is you. <3

Nora U. Mondragon 1958-2006