Growing Up

Remember when 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.
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine.
Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut.
The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike.
The only thing that hurt was skinned knees.
The only things that can get broken were your toys.
Life was simple and care-free, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up.