| "Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties. Dad was your hero, and mom would always bail you out. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest. War was a card game. The only drug you knew of was cough medicine and the only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees and the only thing that can get broken were your toys. Life was simple and care free, but what I remember most was wanting to grow up." |
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