We wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket

♥ Memories are made in the coldest winter

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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?
Dad’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.
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

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♥ "If you like rainbows you gotta deal with the rain." -- Dolly Patterson

I really liked this quote until I realised last night, what if the rain turns into a thunderstorm, and the rainbows never come?

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