Childhood days...

"I want to go back to when getting high meant on a swing,
when drinking meant apple juice,
when protection meant wearing a helmet,
when the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties and the worst thing you could get from girls was a cold,
when mum was your only hero and dads shoulders were the highest place on earth,
your worst enemies were your siblings,
when the only drug you knew was cough medicine,
when wearing a skirt didn't mean you were a slut,
when the only thing that would hurt you were skinned knees,
when the only thing that could be broken were your toys,
when the only way to put make-up on was past your lips, and bright coloured cheeks,
when to when we could wear whatever we wanted, and not be judged about it.
when goodbyes... only meant till tomorrow!"



Já tinha este texto gravado há bastante tempo, hoje reencontrei-o, e hoje faz todo o sentido...