It’s 2:00am and I’m going crazy trying to remember the sound of your voice but it won’t come back to me and god damnit i miss you.
Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on Earth and Mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, and war was only a card game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.
And we couldn’t wait to grow up.