Remember when boys had cooties, when friends always listened to you, when dreams were unshattered, and when worries were few. When recess was too short, and life was too long, when decisions came easily, with no need to belong. When storks delived babies, and passions weren't too strong. When friendships weren't b r o k e n, right was right, and wrong was wrong. When bad things didn't happen, and only skinned knees brought tears. When nightlights in our rooms quieted all our fears. When decisions were solved with eenie-meenie-miney-moh, when boys were yucky, and goodbyes were only unitl tomorrow. When your clothes didn't match, and real friends didn't part, and the fun went on forever, never left a broken heart... Those were the good Old Days.