A Point Between Extremes

Mood: odd.
Hating: this throbbing in my left shoulder. It hurts like crazy. But why am I still awake at 3.00am?
Loving: Easter.
Lip-synching: This Beautiful Republic -- A Point Between Extremes

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Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?

Daddy’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. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing high heels and a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. Innocence turns to ignorance. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used as lifelines. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.

And we couldn’t wait to grow up, huh?