Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. the worst thing you could get from boys was cooties. your worst enemy were your siblings. race issues were who ran the fastest. war was a card game. the only drug you knew was cough medicine. & wearing a skirt didn't mean you were a slut. the only thing that hurt were skinned knees. & the only things that can get broken were your toys. life was simple and carefree, but what i remember the most, was wanting to grow up.
