On Growing Up
A friend of mine posted this elsewhere. I thought it applies quite adequately.
I remember when getting high meant swinging at the playgrouns. The worst thing you could get from a girl was cooties. Race issues were who could run the fastest. The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. Life was so simple and carefree, but the thing I remember the most was wanting to grow up.
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