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?