Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your sibling, and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing 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? And we couldn’t wait to grow up.
