about me:

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 only guy you've kissed. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest. War was a card game. Playing with boys didn't mean you were a slutt. Having a drink ment getting some juice. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees & the only things that could get broken were your toys. & the only thing you smoked were your tires on your bike for going too fast.? Life was simple and care free, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up.<3 & now all i want to do is go back to the old days when all those things were my life & meant everything to me. <3