I  miss the times when I was a little kid and so naive.

When I belived in everything and knew nothing.

When I wasen't required to listen.

Or when I didn't have to worry about my looks.

When I didn't have to care about anything.

When all I had to do was live.

When what everyone else thought of me ment nothing and my friends and family ment everything.

When 'love' or 'boyfriend' or 'backstab' or 'hate' wasn't in my vocabulary.

When all dreams seemed like they would come true.

When my biggest fear was a mongster in my closet.

When I didn't have a lable at school.

When I only cried when I tripped and fell.

When the only pain I ever knew was on the outside.

When the 'family' room was the room I spent most time in.

When I could only love.

When my parents and I didn't fight every day.

When innocentce was somthing I thought no one could take away from me.

I miss those times.