I wanna grow up once again..

I want to go back to the time when getting high meant a swing. When drinking meant apple juice. When dad was the only hero. When love was mom’s hug. When dad’s shoulder was the highest place on earth. When your worst enemies were your siblings. When the only thing that could hurt were wounded knees. When the only things broken were toys and when goodbye meant only till tomorrow.... We have changed and so has everything else…...........