"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 like the boy you were going to marry. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest. War was a card game. The clothes you wore didn't define your personality. The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees & the only things that could get broken were your toys. Life was simple and care free, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up." Amikra