the olden days.
remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.
the worst thing you could get from boys was cooties.
your worst enemies were your siblings.
your only worry was if you'd be invited to the cool girl's party.
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 when you skinned your knees.
the only things that could get broken were your toys or a bone or two.
life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up.