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.
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