When we were young…

05Mar10

“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts.
Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.
Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest.

War was only a board game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?

And we couldn’t wait to grow up?”

-Author Anonymous

This poem consists of such concrete life experiences of what most of us (some albeit all of the listed occurences) would have underwent in certain locations of our pathway. I love how the author reflected the defiant inkling of human beings with a slight while not forgetting to infuse the memories of our childhood footprints.

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