Distant Memories

Remember when...
Getting high meant swinging on the playground, 
never connected to smoke from an exhale sound 

The worst thing you could get from the opposite sex were cooties, 
now we risk STD’s when pursuing sexual opportunities

Your Mom or Dad was synonymous for hero, 
The one you strived to be like 
Never thought about all the future fights 

Your enemies were only your teachers,
never friends who would later 
become betrayers or now
Your greatest enemy is
Your inner me
 
Race issues were who ran the fastest, 
not who said the most racist comments in your classes

Getting tipsy meant trying to spin your fastest, 
Now we mean partying and
Getting trashed

Love and hate were just four letter words, 
not sayings that could change your whole world

War was a card game, 
Now just regular aspect of life 
Infected with strife

The only drugs you knew were chewable, 
never had to think about overdoses on Adderall or Ritalin

Girl that wore skirts didn't have to be a ****

Parties were fun times at Chuck E. Cheese, 
now symbols of popularity

Eanie, meany, miney, moe 
for decision making was the only way to go, 

The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike, 
not what came out of a cigarette or pipe

The only thing that hurt were skinned knees,
fix by a kiss

Now broken hearts can only reminisce.

Your hardest problems could be solved with rocks, papers, scissors, shoot  
not by hospitals or counselor visits

But what I remember the most was 
Just wanting to grow up, 
now I’m just wishing some of my birthdays never showed up.

I remember 
How life used to be simple and care free,
no complexities.
It's to bad all of these now seem like 
ancient history and 
have become distant memories

Do you remember?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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