remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? when protection meant wearing a helmet? when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? your worst enemies were your siblings. race issues were about who ran the fastest. war was only a card game. and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. when wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. the highest place on earth was your dad's shoulders. the only things that got broken were your toys. the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? but what i remember the most is wanting to grow up.