Sodas became vodka.
Bikes became cars.
Kisses became sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection mentioned wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
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, and the only drug you knew were cough medicine.
When wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut.
The most pain you felt is when you scrapped your knee, and goodbyes only meant until
Tomorrow.?
And we couldn't wait to grow up.
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