I remember when getting "high" meant swinging on the swing sets .

The worst thing you could get from boys were cooties .

Mom and dad were your heroes . Your worst enemies were your siblings .

Race issues were about who ran the fastest . War was a card game .

The only drug you knew of was cough medicine .

Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut .

The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike .

The only thing that hurt were skinned knees .

The only things that could be broken were your toys .

Life was simple and carefree , but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up .