by `keila* May 9, 2006
category :
Life, society /
inspirational
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Remember when \"getting high\" meant swinging at the playground && the \"worst\" thing you could get from boys were \"cooties\" ;; mom was your \"hero\" and daddy was the man you were going to marry && your \"worst\" enemies were your siblings ;; race issues were who ran \"fastest\" and war was a \"card game\" ;; life was simple and care-free, but the one thing I remember most was wanting to grow up...* |
by Ashley
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Great poem! I loved it! I feel the same way on this...how we want to grow up so badly then once we get there, we only want to go back to that time...Excellent job! 5/5! Keep it up! |