I remember when getting high meant
swinging on the playground.
Dad was your hero and mom was your best friend.
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.
The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike,
& the only thing you drank was kool-aid.
The only thing that hurt were skinned knees.
The only thing that could be broken were your toys.
Life was simple & carefree
But what I remember most was wanting to grow up.
Now I wish I hadn't.
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