Friday, August 29, 2008

"Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. The worst
thing you could get from boys were cooties. Mom was your hero & Dad
was the only boy 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. Wearing short
skirts didn`t mean you were a slut. The only thing you smoked was
the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees.
The only things that could get broken were your toys. Life was
simple and carefree, but what I remember the most was wanting to
grow up. Now I just wanna be a kid again."

I love this.

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