i write poems

Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground, the worst thing you could get from the opposite sex was cooties, dad was your hero, and mom was the person you looked up to. your enemies were your teachers or your siblings, race issues was who ran the fastest, and war was a card game. the only drugs you knew was cough medicine and a girl who wore a skirt would'nt be considered a slut. the only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and the only things that could be broken were your toys. life was simple and care free, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up...