When you grow up, your best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Cell phones are used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Kisses turn into hardcore sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? When dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest? War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough-medicine, and wearing a skirt didn't mean you were a whore? The only things that hurt you were skinned knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? The only drama you ever knew of was Romeo and Juliet? The only thing you could cheat in was games, and players were only for sports and not relationships? The only way we could ever change was with clothes and not ourselves. Yet we absolutely couldn't wait to grow up. And now growing up is our worst fear.