Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant a helmet?
When the worst thing you could get from girls were cooties?
Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero?
Race issues were about who ran the fastest?
The only drug you knew was cough medicine? The only thing that hurt you were skinned knees?
And goodbyes only meant for tomorrow?
And we couldn’t wait to grow up.