Dear Viv,
What are you going to do with yourself?
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Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground and the worst thing you could get from the opposite sex was cooties? The days when watching the garbage truck eat up garbage was fun, the days when you wanted to spend time with your parents. The days when your worst enemies were your teachers or your siblings, and it wasn't awkward to suck on a lollipop any way you wanted. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game, the only drugs you were were cough medicines, and a girl who wore a skirt didn't have to be a slut. The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees, and the only things that could be broken were your toys. Life was simple and carefree...but what I remember most was wanting to grow up.
Call me childish, but I still believe in fairy tales. At the end of every fairy tale, there's a happy ending. I'm waiting for mine.
About Me
- Vivian
- United States
- Young business professional by day, crazy Sheltie handler by nights and weekends.
Do you remember...
Call me childish, but I still believe in fairy tales. At the end of every fairy tale, there's a happy ending. I'm waiting for mine.
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