"...and she said 'Come join the dark side...'. At that moment I knew how much she hurts inside. 'Don't worry,' I whispered, 'I'm here.' "
The Good Old Days.
remember when getting high meant getting high on the play ground swings, protection meant wearing your helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Mom was your hero and dad was superman? Race issues were who ran the fastest and the only drugs you knew of was cough medicine? The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike? When wearing a skirt didn't mean you were a slut. The only things that hurt were scrapped knees. And good-byes only meant until tomorrow? War was a card game, 69 was only a number, 4-20 was just a day, the only thing that got broke were your toys. We just couldn't wait to grow up. Look at us now.... the good old days