remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
when protection meant wearing a helmet?
when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum 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 cough medicine.
the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees.
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
and we couldn't wait to grow up.
i remember reading this some time back and recently came across it again..i guess some truths will not change over time unlike our minds and feelings.