good days
remember when you were 6 or 7 and everything was good and you were always happy...you could fall in the mud and not worry about the other kids seeing you dirty cuz they were just as filthy, and the gurls wouldnt run home to check their hair and make sure it was ok, becuz the boy that liked her would just pull it and mess it up later on anyways. when you running around ur backyard with ur best friend playing baseball, and eating chocolate pudding...couldnt get any better. when you were excited to go to parades,and carnivals and the circus, becuz you always wanted to ride the elephant...atleast i did. when relationships didnt hurt, becuz they were never official and the worst pain you could feel is when you fell of ur bike and scraped your knee. when your parents werent gay, when everyone got along and you could be out riding your bike with ur friends until whenever, not like now when they have to know when and who and what you are doing, when where how why....becuz you grow up and things change, a lot changes, people change. something got really messed up along the way of my life, becuz everyday i wish i could just go back to when i was 6 or 7.