Life comes quickly,memories pass fast,and i sit here today thinking of the past.No more toys and know more piggy tails.No more story's and no more veggie tales.No more fireflies and no more slow goodbyes.No more playing in the rain and no more neosporin for the pain.No more tea party's and no more games.No more taking the blame.This is the start of a different way of life.This is the time a boy finds his wife.A girl falls in love and the toys get thrown away.This is the time to listen to what others have to say