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 boy you were going to marry. your worst enemies were your siblings. race issues were who ran the fastest. war was a card game. life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up....i don`t want the boy that points at me & says "that`s her" i want the boy that will have his arms around me when his boys ask " so is this the one your always talkin bout? "