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    dots Submission Name: My Messabout with Mamma dots

    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 181
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       The best childhood ever!

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    dotsMy Messabout with Mamma dots

    When I was a child,
    We took the summer vacation
    On the river
    Underneath a canopy of trees
    With sandy floors
    Bushes all around

    It was less than a mile from my house
    We camped everyday
    We took trips the store to buy canned food, fresh meat for the grill, beer, potato chips, little debbies, and Dr pepper

    I made sand cities
    My sister listened to her tape player
    We swam
    We dove into the river
    We ran from snakes

    The best part
    By far
    Was the canoe
    The water lapped the sides of the boat
    And tickled my toes
    Somehow, mostly from small dropps that fell from the oars, water always got in the bottom of the boat
    And I never minded the sandy warm feeling of dirty water running back and forth

    The best memory
    By far
    Was the canoe
    Racing up and down the river
    Catching turtles and beavers and fish
    Staying always behind the crane
    Getting to know the gar

    Before I ever knew about the messabout

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      I love the part about the dirty water in the bottom of the canoe...we could never keep that darn thing dry, could we?
    | Posted on 2016-01-01 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ]
      i think that was before the messabouts turned into something about the mess when you left and saw or experienced things about. get me?
    | Posted on 2015-09-30 00:00:00 | by ShyOne | [ Reply to This ]
      I have not been here for at least 5 years and who is the first author I see, Lori_tab someone who has been a member as long as I have. How you been? All grown up now I see.

    Oh the poem... cool descriptions of a wonderful memory, easy to visualize.

    Yur friend
    | Posted on 2015-09-25 00:00:00 | by BenCollier | [ Reply to This ]
      It sounds idyllic before your messabout with Mamma.

    We also built tin canoes and sealed them with tar and paddled them in Stoney Creek. Naturally we idealised our mother and only as we grew up could we start to see our mother as a person with a good and bad side.

    It is emotionally painful to start to think critically about those on whom we were so emotionally dependent, we needed to idealise them in our minds to protect ourselves from the bad feelings.

    But as we let in the light and air, we see more, feel more, and gain more self respect.

    And perhaps, after a while, we start thinking critically in other areas, and after a while it becomes a habit, and we take it for granted.
    | Posted on 2015-09-21 00:00:00 | by Torie | [ Reply to This ]

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