I Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground

the worst thing you could get from boys was cooties.

mom was your hero and dad was the boy you were going to marry.

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 skirts didn`t mean you were a slut.

The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike.

the only thinq that hurt was skinned knees

& the only thinqs that can get broken were your toys.

life was simple and care free

but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up.