Soda becomes vodka.
Bikes become cars.
Kisses turn into sex.
Remembering when getting high meant swinging in the play grounds?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst thing you could get from a boy was cooties?
Dads shoulder was the highest place on the 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. And the only drug you knew was the cough medicine.
When wearing a skirt didn't make you slut.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes anly meant till tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
