Remember when we were kids racing barefoot down the street to the mom and pop store with the fifty cents we'd been given trying to skip over hot asphalt as quick as we could, hot tar sticking to our toes...it was hell to scrub off. Cream soda and pop rocks, smoking candy cigarettes, acting tough. Hot summer evenings sitting on our front porch eating bananacicles, licking the drips off our fingertips, heedless of the still hot concrete burning the backs of our bare legs. We rode our bikes for hours all over town. Our parents never worried or looked for us til long past dark. We bragged and talked like big shots, we couldn't wait to leave all this childhood nonsense behind and enter the exciting life of adulthood...remember? What the hell were we thinking?