Remember when...

Getting high, meant swinging in the playground.
The worst thing you can get from boys were cooties.
Ur worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were who ran the fastest.
War was just a card game.
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine.
& wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut.
The only things you smoked were the tires on your bike.
The only thing that hurt were skinned knees.
& the only things that can be broken were your toys?

I remember the days when one of my friends used to ask, "Can you keep a secret?" before telling me something, and I used to say, "Can I tell my mom? I don't keep secrets from her."

... I don't want to grow up anymore.

My special spot :)

It was an evening after a very sleepy afternoon. I'd decided to get to work at five, but I fell asleep on my book instead. Again. When I got up, I decided this wasn't working anymore. I wanted to get out of the room; out of the house. I wanted air. College changed so much about me, I thought as I walked out of the front door, involuntarily walking upstairs to the terrace. I'd stopped watching; I'd stopped observing. I walked around the whole terrace stupidly once; I didn't know what to do. It was kind of breezy and cold. Better than the house all day. And then I remembered; when I was a kid, in all the books I read, the lead character always had their own special spot. The place where they could contemplate, dream, whatever. I'd always wanted one of my own, but I never really had one. But I did have my own spot! I walked around to the back, opened a door that looked undisturbed for a pretty long time, and walked up a few stairs behind, adjoining the wall. I crouched and swung myself below a railing that came up to my waist, and I was there.
Noone else ever came here. I wondered if anyone even knew this place existed. Nobody could see me unless I leaned over and explicitly showed myself to be up there. It was more breezy and cool than the rest of the terrace.
That was my place. I just hadn't thought of it like that before. There was nothing really special about it, but it just had a WHOLE lot of memories. I'd brought all my friends up here before, and I have pictures with all of them there. I remembered this one time when I came here to study, in eighth grade. I remember when I found that I could see my best friend's terrace, closeby, from here. We used to wave to eachother when I was up there. It was above the rest of the terrace, and one of the tallest things in the whole expanse of what I could see. I could see flights take off from the old airport here. I didn't know my city had as much greenery. I didn't know my apartments were so beautiful.