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getting high meant swinging on the playground,
the wprst things u could get from girls was cooties,
recess was to short and life was to long,
decisions were made by eni-mini-mo,
storks delivered babies and passions weren't strong,
the only things you were afraid of were the monsters in your closet,
dad was your hero and mom was the only girl in your life,
war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine,
when your worst enemies were your siblings,
your stayed up until midnight only on New Years,
you had skinned knees instead of broken hearts,
goodbye only meant until tomorow,
life was simple and care free with no need to belong,
but, what I remember most; was wanting to grow up.