I miss...

I miss kindergarten..
where you ran away from the opposite sex, not because they would break you, but because they had cooties, home-work was helping mom fold clothes, drama was when someone went 'pow' and you had to fall over, race issues were who ran across the line first, getting high was who could go highest on a swing, war was nothing but a card game, the only things that made you cry were scraped knees, the only thing smoking was your bike tires, when you snorted snow you got hit with a snowball, feeling rich was showing off a dime you found on the sidewalk, if you wanted to be a princess, you damn well were a princess! decisions were made by yelling 'do over!', and one kiss could make it all better...