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You spend twelve years of your life trying to learn how to live, but every time you to try to live in those twelve years you’re told you’re wrong. Then everyone you’ve grown to love is taken away and scattered. That’s what they should teach you. How to say good-bye and let go.

Remember when… ollie-ollie-oxen free meant something?… gettin high meant swinging at the playground? …the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? …dad was our hero and mom was the girl you were going to marry? …your worst enemies were your siblings? race issues were who ran the fastest, and war was a card game? life was simple and care free…but what I remember most was wanting to grow up. Now ollie-ollie-oxen free is just some gibberish… getting high is a major issue… and pot isn’t just a pan in the kitchen… stds and babies are huge compared to cooties…dads an asshole and mom wants to marry you off… your siblings are your best friends… be nice to them… race issues and war are common things these days, and it’s not fun anymore… and sometimes I wish I were 2 again because skinned knees are easier mended than broken hearts…

Remember when you thought boys had cooties…when friends were new, dreams were un-shattered and worries few…when recess was too short and life was too long…decisions came easily without need to belong…when storks delivered the babies and passions weren’t so strong…friendships were un-broken…right was right, and wrong was wrong…when bad things didn’t happen…when only skinned knees brought tears and the night light in it’s socket quieted all our fears…when farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn’t part…the fun went on forever and never left a broken heart.