Something True, SWEET SIXTEEN

[see_breeze]

Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties. Mom was your hero and Dad was your best friend. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest. War was a card game. Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut. The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees and 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.

Something to think about...meanwhile, happy birthday to me!!!