This kid in my classes dressed up as Charlie Brown's "ghost" yesterday for costume day. (Ghost meaning his costume from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!)
when we were little.. war was only a card game, the only drug we knew was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didnt make you a slut, the only things that hurt were skinned knees, and goodbyes only meant til tomorrow.. and to think we couldnt wait to grow up..