I remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground? The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties, mom was your hero and dad was the boy you were going to marry? Your worst enemies were your siblings, and race issues were who ran the fastest, and war was a card game? The only drug you knew of was cough medicine, and wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut? The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and the only thing that could get broken was your toys? Goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? Life was simple and care-free, but what I remember most was wanting to grow up.