i miss when...
getting high meant swinging on the playground
protection meant wearing a helmet
all u could get from boys were cooties
race issues were who could run the fastest
and war was only a card game
your worst enemies were your siblings
and the only drug we knew was cough medicine
the only thing that hurt us were scraped knees
and goodbyes meant only until tomorrow and we couldn't wait to grow up.
© K
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