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i am a mess. i miss the simpler days of fighting over who would get to sit next to who on the bus ride to school. i miss when the biggest money problem was leaving your lunch money at home and having your mom drop it off. i miss when work was replaced with play. i miss riding bikes in the summertime, selling lemonade on the street corner, and having pool parties. jealousy meant her toys were cooler than yours. friendship was everything, and no fight lasted longer than a few minutes. i miss when it didnt matter what you wore, or how big your house was, or any of the materialism applied in making friends at this age. i miss when boys had cooties and love was simple. love was that boy who lived across the street whose cooties didnt matter. and you probably had a cootie shot anyway. i miss when mom could fix everything, and daddy was a hero. i miss thinking that i would live happily ever after...
i wish i could go back.
i wish i could go back.