How beautiful it would be if I could go back to the time when "getting high" meant
on a swing when "drinking" meant
apple juice, when "dad" was the only
hero, when "love" was
mom's hug, when "dad's shoulder" was the
highest place on earth, when your "worst enemies" were
your siblings, when the only thing that could "hurt" were
skinned knees, when the only things "broken" were ur
toys and when "goodbyes" only meant
till tomorrow!!!!
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