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by kassandra   Jul 25, 2005


I Miss
When We Thought Band-Aids Would Fix Everything.
Sand-Boxes and Trips to the Park Were Cool.
The Newest Barbie’s And Hot Wheels Was Our Priorities.
McDonalds Was Our Favorite Place; Especially the Play Area.
We Could Wear Our Socks With Sandals.
Best Friends Were The People Who Sat Next To You, When You Had To Sit On The Carpet.
When Everyone Could Be Themselves And No One Was Afraid Of It.
Everyone Was Care-Free And Problem Free - No Stress.
When Everything Came To Us So Easily.

We Are Taking Our Youth For Granted.
Like Now We Say
\" Oh I Wish I Was Still Little.
But Yet You Say You Don’t Want To Be Treated Like A little Kid. Well Guess What You Still Are, We All Are.
And When your 30-40 years old Were Going To Wonder Why We Tried To Grow Up So Fast. Why We Tried To Rush Through Our Childhood And Adolescent.
We Go Through These Stages For A Reason. So Why Try To Skip Them; There Here for A Reason.

Everything comes in time.
We just have to be patient.

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