Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground, when protection meant wearing a helmet, when the worst thing you could catch from anyone was cooties. Mom was you’re hero & best friend, and Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth. Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest, the only drug you knew was cough medicine and the only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. The only thing that could hurt you was skinned knees, and the only thing that could be broken were your toys. I do. But the thing I remember most was wanting to grow up. And now I wish I didn’t.
