Remember. . .
when getting high meant swinging at the playground. the worst thing you could get from boys was cooties. mom was your hero. your worst enemies were your siblings. race issuses were who ran the fastest. war was just a card game. the only drug you knew of was cough medicine and the only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. the only thing that hurt was skinning your knees and the only things that could get broken were your toys. life was simple and care free. but what i remember the most i ever wanted was to grow up. and now it is all...
. . .changed
