Where I come from, kids play in the rough concrete suburban streets.
Where parents must scream down their street for their little children.

The flower-beds are always full with pansies and extremely colorful bushes.
And where kids curfew is determined by the all-powerful Streetlights.

Where I'm from, kids take their nice shoes and dirty them up in the forest.
Where I'm from, little kids have a social hierarchy.

I'd build forts anywhere!
I'd ride my bike to school!

Kids would come knockin' on your door everyday to see their friends.

Where I'm from kids would cause drama and play with each other in the same day.

So you tell me. Where you from?

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⏰ Last updated: May 15, 2022 ⏰

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