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	<title>Comments on: Childhood Meme</title>
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		<title>By: Christine@AreWeThereYetMom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christine@AreWeThereYetMom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:06:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You have some fun childhood memories.

We had two plum trees in our back yard and a swingset. My brother climbed those trees all summer long, picking and eating plums until we were sick.

One childhood memory, I loved to go camping in the Summer. My dad took us fishing. It was fun having him teach us how, but when it came to the end of the day, I thought we would let them all go, and catch them again tomorrow. Nope, surprise to me, what my dad did with them next! I don&#039;t mind the fishing part, but don&#039;t ask me to clean them.

LOL! About toys and games getting expensive the older your kids get!! Isn&#039;t that the truth!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You have some fun childhood memories.</p>
<p>We had two plum trees in our back yard and a swingset. My brother climbed those trees all summer long, picking and eating plums until we were sick.</p>
<p>One childhood memory, I loved to go camping in the Summer. My dad took us fishing. It was fun having him teach us how, but when it came to the end of the day, I thought we would let them all go, and catch them again tomorrow. Nope, surprise to me, what my dad did with them next! I don&#8217;t mind the fishing part, but don&#8217;t ask me to clean them.</p>
<p>LOL! About toys and games getting expensive the older your kids get!! Isn&#8217;t that the truth!!</p>
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		<title>By: MP</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2398</link>
		<dc:creator>MP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve had quite a few of you ...Grandma J included complain cause you had crappy icons.. I&#039;ve changed to the patchwork quilt..everyone should be happy now :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve had quite a few of you &#8230;Grandma J included complain cause you had crappy icons.. I&#8217;ve changed to the patchwork quilt..everyone should be happy now <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Grandma J</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2397</link>
		<dc:creator>Grandma J</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:28:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>why is my icon mean looking?</description>
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		<title>By: Grandma J</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2396</link>
		<dc:creator>Grandma J</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:27:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I went to Catholic school when I was in second grade in Cranston RI. We had to walk because the bus cost money....even though our neighbor friends caught the bus.  One blustery snowy day, my father was kind enough to give us a life PART WAY ...but we had to leave early.   The place where he dumped us was on the main road...we had to climb what seemed like a high snowy cliff or hill to get to the back side of the school..a short cut if you will.  So, I get to school and take my coat off, and look down and notice Ihad lost my bow that clips on to the collar of my white blouse....the girls version of the boys tie.  I was so scared of getting in trouble from the nuns, I left and wandered towards home...thinking I&#039;d stop at this old ladies house (we called her Mudpie Marie) and she&#039;d let me come in for a while.  But our milkman saw me, and made me get in his milk truck.  He took me back to school, where the nuns let me have it....then my father did later.

Sorry if that was long.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went to Catholic school when I was in second grade in Cranston RI. We had to walk because the bus cost money&#8230;.even though our neighbor friends caught the bus.  One blustery snowy day, my father was kind enough to give us a life PART WAY &#8230;but we had to leave early.   The place where he dumped us was on the main road&#8230;we had to climb what seemed like a high snowy cliff or hill to get to the back side of the school..a short cut if you will.  So, I get to school and take my coat off, and look down and notice Ihad lost my bow that clips on to the collar of my white blouse&#8230;.the girls version of the boys tie.  I was so scared of getting in trouble from the nuns, I left and wandered towards home&#8230;thinking I&#8217;d stop at this old ladies house (we called her Mudpie Marie) and she&#8217;d let me come in for a while.  But our milkman saw me, and made me get in his milk truck.  He took me back to school, where the nuns let me have it&#8230;.then my father did later.</p>
<p>Sorry if that was long.</p>
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		<title>By: Tara R.</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2395</link>
		<dc:creator>Tara R.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 21:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Funny! I used to do the same thing digging in the dirt. When I was a kid we had a persimmon tree. My brother and I used to get people to bite into green ones just to see them pucker... like eating alum.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Funny! I used to do the same thing digging in the dirt. When I was a kid we had a persimmon tree. My brother and I used to get people to bite into green ones just to see them pucker&#8230; like eating alum.</p>
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		<title>By: motherofbun</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2394</link>
		<dc:creator>motherofbun</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 21:10:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>would have chewed off my arm to come play at your house. Every Barbie accessory? (The 5-year-old in me swooned a bit there.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>would have chewed off my arm to come play at your house. Every Barbie accessory? (The 5-year-old in me swooned a bit there.)</p>
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		<title>By: Kristi</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2392</link>
		<dc:creator>Kristi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had the townhouse w/ elevator, the plane (loved it!), and the hot tub too! I also had the toilet that would &quot;flush&quot; when you closed the lid. 

My first bike was red too! I ran into a tree the first time I tried to ride it and I didn&#039;t try again for almost two years.

When I was 4, I was chasing a snake and it went into it&#039;s hole. I stuck my hand into the hole before my grandpa could stop me and I pulled out a fist full of baby snakes! 

I did not get an autograph. I was too chicken to ask. If he comes in again, I&#039;m going to see if I can get a picture taken with him. I think I&#039;m going to tell him that my husband didn&#039;t believe me.

I didn&#039;t know about the dog show. I&#039;m not sure if I&#039;m going to be home. My husband isn&#039;t working tonight and I&#039;m suppose to go to a meeting for Obama but I don&#039;t think I will. I&#039;m all gung ho until the actual time comes for me to do something and then I don&#039;t want to do it.

I don&#039;t watch Big Brother but I do watch Shear Genius (which is awesome).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had the townhouse w/ elevator, the plane (loved it!), and the hot tub too! I also had the toilet that would &#8220;flush&#8221; when you closed the lid. </p>
<p>My first bike was red too! I ran into a tree the first time I tried to ride it and I didn&#8217;t try again for almost two years.</p>
<p>When I was 4, I was chasing a snake and it went into it&#8217;s hole. I stuck my hand into the hole before my grandpa could stop me and I pulled out a fist full of baby snakes! </p>
<p>I did not get an autograph. I was too chicken to ask. If he comes in again, I&#8217;m going to see if I can get a picture taken with him. I think I&#8217;m going to tell him that my husband didn&#8217;t believe me.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t know about the dog show. I&#8217;m not sure if I&#8217;m going to be home. My husband isn&#8217;t working tonight and I&#8217;m suppose to go to a meeting for Obama but I don&#8217;t think I will. I&#8217;m all gung ho until the actual time comes for me to do something and then I don&#8217;t want to do it.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t watch Big Brother but I do watch Shear Genius (which is awesome).</p>
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		<title>By: parachuting</title>
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		<dc:creator>parachuting</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:47:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had the 3-story townhouse with the elevator, too.  I loooooved that house.  I wanted one just like when I grew up.  And then I grew up and realized I&#039;d have to clean the damn thing, so I opted for something a bit smaller.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had the 3-story townhouse with the elevator, too.  I loooooved that house.  I wanted one just like when I grew up.  And then I grew up and realized I&#8217;d have to clean the damn thing, so I opted for something a bit smaller.  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: the mama bird diaries</title>
		<link>http://mysecondjournal.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/591/#comment-2390</link>
		<dc:creator>the mama bird diaries</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 04:07:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hmmm... I wonder what&#039;s going on with Laura today. I&#039;m sure she&#039;s not pooping on the grass.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmmm&#8230; I wonder what&#8217;s going on with Laura today. I&#8217;m sure she&#8217;s not pooping on the grass.</p>
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		<title>By: Connie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Connie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 03:24:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was a kid we had tons of animals. My favorites were the bunnies that had free range in the backyard. They would dig dens under the patio and it would be a surprise when babies would hop out one by one.  We would sit for hours behind the holes and wait, we would sit real still and pretty soon all the babies would be out and innocently hopping right next to us, then we would make our move and grab one and hold it for the next hour, the others would rush back in the den.  As time went by this tamed them. 

I loved that we had so many animals and we kept on adding more all the way up to the time I left the house at 18.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was a kid we had tons of animals. My favorites were the bunnies that had free range in the backyard. They would dig dens under the patio and it would be a surprise when babies would hop out one by one.  We would sit for hours behind the holes and wait, we would sit real still and pretty soon all the babies would be out and innocently hopping right next to us, then we would make our move and grab one and hold it for the next hour, the others would rush back in the den.  As time went by this tamed them. </p>
<p>I loved that we had so many animals and we kept on adding more all the way up to the time I left the house at 18.</p>
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