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User	Juliets_dagger | 2005-03-01 |
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Message	The best childhoos memory of mine would be sitting in my mother’s old Pontiac with my feet up on the headrest looking out into the night sky. I saw stars, asked my mom what they were and she told me that they were angels. I beleved that for the longest time too. That was also one of the last childhood memories I have of my mother before she left. Anyhoo....love to ya magnicat.

User	WolfStar | 2005-02-28 |
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Message	i remember when i was about 6, my mother was always out working and my brother, maybe about three at the time, kept on crying for my mother and I told him she wasn’t here, and he said that he was hungry. I remember from then on that I would scrabble around in the cupboards for any scrap of edible food, making horribly haphazard concoctions when there wasn’t much... and i was so happy then, because when i fed my brother, i felt like there was something i could do that MATTERED. you know, i felt needed. i was important to him, and i’ll never forget that feeling.

User	mae | 2005-02-18 |
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Message	I just returned home a few days ago from my mother’s funeral. At the service several of us told of some of our memories of her. Since that is fresh in my mind, it’s the only one I can think of right now, though it isn’t about me. When I was a little girl, my mother had long wavy red hair that hung down her back. One Easter she had a dress with copper colored leaves all over it. With her hair hanging down over those leaves, she fairly sparkled. She was so beautiful. There was nothing of that woman in the one I saw last week. But she’s still there in photos and in my memory. mae

User	cuddledumplin | 2005-02-01 |
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Message	No, I played with Flossy until she fell apart. I have another dolly she made me though. It’s cool that we have the dresses in common.

User	besodemuerte | 2005-01-31 |
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Message	me and my brother and my dad used to go fishing all the time.. i was small so i didnt get my own pole.. so i made one with a stick and some line... i could only catch sunnies with it... but it was fun... i remember one time i caught a bigger fish than my brother... i still have the picture...

User	Kristina9178 | 2005-01-31 |
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Message	My mot favorite childhood memory...hmmm.... It’s the memory of when a bluegill was a big catch. I’d spend forever trying to reel one of those little suckers in. Now, I barely feel the tug. Thanks for this, Cat.

User	armand | 2005-01-31 |
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Message	I just plain miss everything about being a child...nothing to worry about so carefree it is a pity that we have to grow up

User	magnicat | 2005-01-31 |
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Message	cute, Amy! my mom used to make us matching little dresses, too! how cute is that, huh?! do you still have those dolls she made you? that’s so cool!

User	cuddledumplin | 2005-01-31 |
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Message	We used to play hide and seek with the whole neighborhood at night. I don’t guess it was all that unsafe though because some of us were up into our teens, and there were about 30 of us. We had to come in at the end of twilight. The other kids got to play, but my granny (She watched us for our mom to work second shift) or my mom (on weekends) would tell us to come in at "blue dark." That’s where I got my poem "Blue Dark, Dark Blue." Sometimes mom would come out and watch us so that we could play later.

User	cuddledumplin | 2005-01-31 |
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Message	My mom is a talented seamstress, and when I was little, she used to make us matching dresses. I look nothing like my mom (She’s blonde and blue-eyed), so it made me feel like I could look like her at least then. She made us these cute denim dresses with calico patches once. She made several like that. She even made some for my doll, so we’d all three match. She also made my brother and I dolls that looked like us. They were life-size for us at the time. Mine had dark brown hair and freckles. My bro’s doll (It was a boy) had blond hair and blue eyes. Mine was called Flossy. I don’t recall what his was called. Gee, Beso that’s so sad. At least you have that memory though. *Hugs* He sounds a lot like my dad though.

User	magnicat | 2005-01-30 |
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Message	.. i meant, "about the only consolation..."

User	magnicat | 2005-01-30 |
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Message	oh beso, i’m so sorry. that is just tragic. it is good, though, that he told you how he felt before he died. that’s about the consolation in a very tragic situation.

User	besodemuerte | 2005-01-30 |
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Message	i dont know about favorite childhood memories.. i dont have a lot of good memories that stick out.. but a memory from my childhood that i tend to think about a lot is from when i was 11 years old... i was visiting my dad for the weekend... me and my brother and my sister (she was about 2 i think) i was changing her diaper and stuff and my dad came in the room and we got into this deep conversation.. he was telling me about how good i was doing growing up and that i’d be a good mom some day and that he was proud of me... then he promised to take me to chuck e cheese’s soon... and then he took us home... doesnt seem like a great memory, but it is to me.. nobody in my family ever shared feelings like that.. so it made me feel good... also, my dad was drunk most of the time... after he dropped us off he went to the bar and got in an accident and died on the way home...

User	magnicat | 2005-01-30 |
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Message	okay, since no one has taken the bait, i will! one of my favorite childhood memories is when i was about 9 years old. we had a huge hill behind our house (actually, if i went back, it probably wasn’t all that big, but it seemed ginormous at the time!). when it snowed, we would go out after dark and sled down the hill until late at night. back then, we didn’t have to worry about being kidnapped or worse... i remember the cold and the light of the moon on the snow, sledding with my brother and my dad. mom would have hot chocolate waiting for us when we came in and then a hot bath, prayers by the bed side and then sweet dreams.... ah, to have that again...