chilhood and our youth

I remember when getting high
Meant swinging in the sky.
When good-byes and sorrows,
Were gone tomorrow.
Or big men on campus,
Was only 6th grade status.
I remember drinks with no aftermath,
Weeds only picked out of the grass.
When speeding and fame,
Were found only in games.
Where parties never lagged,
But always included a goodie-bag.
I remember when guys had cooties,
And girls weren’t moody.
A time when smoking,
Only described a fire choking.
A time when wasted,
Meant the veggies you hadn’t tasted.
And its crazy how its coming back,
Like a prolonged, sneak attack.
‘Cuz all we wanted was to be grown up; however,
In the review it’s our childhood we need to treasure.