Longing For Beautiful Times......

I want to go back to ..........

When geting high meant on a swing

When Drinking meant apple juice

When protection meant wearing a halmet

When mom was our only hero
and dad's shoulder were the highest place in the world

When Our worst enemy were our sublings.

When the only drug we knew was cough medicine

Then only thing that could hurt us were skinned knees

The only things broken were our toys

To when we could wear whatever we want and not get judged by it.........
When GOODBYEs........Only meant till tomorrow.

i want to go bckk .........in mie own imaginarri world!!!!

I wanna go back . . Back to my childhood nice poem luna tuna

i want to go back to my childhood too...