When boys meant yuck
And friends were new
Dreams were unshattered
Worries were few.
When recess was too short
And life too long
Decisions came easy
Because everyone belonged.
When storks delivered babies
And passions weren't so strong
Friendships were unbroken
Right was right, wrong was wrong.
When bad things didn't happen
Only skinned knees brought tears
The night light in its sockets
Quieted all our fears.
When farewell meant just for summer
Real friends never parted
The fun went on forever
Because life had just started.
But all that was yesterday.
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