August 13 2006

Do you ever think back to the days 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 only guy in your life. Your 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. And man was it gross. Wearing 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 skinned knees. The only things that could get broken were your toys.

Life was simple and carefree, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up. But now that I’m all grown up I try and remember why I wanted it so bad...

so true.....so true!!!