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Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. the worst thing u could get from boys was cooties. ur worst enemies were ur siblings. race issues were who ran the fastest. war was a card game. the only drug u knew of was couqh medicine &wearing skirts didnt mean u were a slut. The only thing u smoked was the tires on ur bike. the only thing that hurt was skinned knees & the only things that can get broken were ur toys. life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up