Remember what it was like to be little?
Naive and sweet and everything came with a spoon full of sugar or a little bit of pixie dust.
Nothing was ever too hard.

Grass stains and ripped jeans,
We destroyed everything from our clothes to our walls to our mother's gardens and daddy's paperwork.
Never thinking about consequences.

Bright stars and birthday candles,
Wishing ourselves out of nap time and having fun, tired of our elders making tough decisions for us, tired of being carried to bed.
Well, I guess we got our wish.