MeMoRiEs

 

                           

 

                                     

                    I want to go back,

When getting high meant on swing.

When drinking meant an apple juice.

When protection meant wearing a helmet.

When mom was home and dad’s shoulders were highest place on earth.

Your worst enemies were your siblings.when the drug you knew of was only the cought syrup.

The only thing that hurt you were skinned knees.

The only things broken were toys.

When goodbyes only meant till tommorrow.

When friends never hurt.

When you could leave everyone and anyone.

I WISH I COULD GO….

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