Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground,
The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties,
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
Mom was the prettiest girl you knew,
Dad was the coolest guy ever,
Race issues were who ran the fastest,
War was a card game,
Wearing a skirt meant you were a princess not a sluut,
The only thing that hurt were skinned knees and paper cuts,
And the only things that could get broken were your toys,
Life was simple and carefree but,
All we wanted to do was grow up.
