remember when
the only thing we feared were monsters
under the bed, not whether we would be accepted by society or
not?
remember when
the only thing we cried over were ripped stuffed animals, not
broken hearts or boys?
remember when
we wished to live forever, not wishing for death?
remember when
it was easy to make friends, no expectations of fashion or
class?
remember when
looks truly didn't matter, only the personality would
attract?
remember when
we just wanted to grow up, not stay young?
remember when
times were easy, not this difficult?