Blog de Bouts-de-Lene
. . Your close friends become strangers, lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts, homework goes in the trash, soda becomes vodka, kisses turn into sex. . Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys was cooties? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on Earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran fastest, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didnt make you a slut, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and goodbyes meant only until tomorrow?
. . And we just couldnt wait to grow up . .