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Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. the worst thing you could get from girls was cooties. dad was your hero. 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 couqh medicine & wearing skirts didn`t mean you were a slut. The only thinq you smoked was the tires on your bike. the only thing that hurt was skinned knees & the only things that could get broken were your toys. life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up...