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The days of our childhood.

Soda becomes vodka,
bikes become cars,
kisses turn into sex.

Remember when dad's shoulders was the highest place on earth,
your mom was your hero.
Race issues was when who cloud run the fastest
War was only a card game.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees
Goodbyes only meant till tomorrow?


and we couldn't wait to grow up.
Written by SummerTimeKnives (Sierra Ann LaPierre)
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