I remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.
The worst thing you could get from a boy or girl was cooties.
Race issues were who could run the fastest.
War was only a card game.
The only things that hurt were skinned knees.
Drama was a type of play.
The only things that could be broken were your toys.
Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut.
When you said wasted you were talking about time.
The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike.
Life was so simple and carefree but the thing I remember the most was wanting to grow up.
I graduate in 10 days.
I don't know if I'm ready.
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