remember when getting high, meant swinging at the playground, the worst thing you could get from the oppisite sex was cooties, your worst enemies were your teachers or siblings, race issues was who ran the fastest, the only drug you knew was cough medicine & the girl who wore a shirt didnt have to be a slut, the only thing that you smoked where the tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees & the only thing that could break were your toys. life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most, was wanting to grow up. its sad when people you know, become people you knew; when you can wallk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life; how you used to be able to talk for hours & now you can barely look at them...