Soda becomes beer.
Bikes become cars.
Imagination becomes childish.
Remember when Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on Earth and
your Mom was your hero?
Race issues were only about who ran the fastest, and
War was only a card game.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knee,
and good-byes only meant til tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up...
by Chris
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