Young Love
Ahh, the innocence of childhood. I wish I could go back to that time when every thing was as simple as that. When you were happy, you smiled or laughed. When you were sad, you cried. But as you get older every thing gets so much more complicated, it seems. When you are happy, you cry, and when you are angry, you mope around and just don't talk. I think everyone knows what I mean.
