Struggle; One

Remember when things were simple? When getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest. The only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only things that hurt you were skinned knees and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.