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being a kid was a great time for me, i loved it. what was your favorite childhood memory? Our backyard w/tons of playground equipment. Every holiday, every summer, Campfire Girls. We had an incredibly stable and happy family. Now that I've met so many people with dysfunctional family backgrounds I'm absolutely amazed at how blessed I was .. Still am  yeah, you are lucky, it is amazing at how many parents are unfamilar with the effect they have on their children, it is mind-blowing |
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I hated my childhood. I was a geek with no friends. I guess the best memory was winning the award for best painting in the school when I was in 4th grade. I painted dolphins jumping while the sun was setting. They gave me a little plaque with my name on it and everything to put underneath the painting and they hung it in the hallway.
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I hated my childhood. I was a geek with no friends. I guess the best memory was winning the award for best painting in the school when I was in 4th grade. I painted dolphins jumping while the sun was setting. They gave me a little plaque with my name on it and everything to put underneath the painting and they hung it in the hallway. yeah i won a young writers award in the third grade and everyone acted like it was the best thing i ever did and then they all forgot |
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sorry i'm drawing a blank right now.........being a step-child i was never all that happy............i guess it would have to be when i confronted my step-mother about being my real mothers best friend and asking why it was she died have you worked through these issues? i am seriously not being mean, this can be a very serious issue. you should definately talk to someone about them if you have not already done so. |
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I hated my childhood. I was a geek with no friends. I guess the best memory was winning the award for best painting in the school when I was in 4th grade. I painted dolphins jumping while the sun was setting. They gave me a little plaque with my name on it and everything to put underneath the painting and they hung it in the hallway. yeah i won a young writers award in the third grade and everyone acted like it was the best thing i ever did and then they all forgot People tend to do that. >< |
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i remember a few fave toys. a yellow truck - a grader my uncle gave me when i was 2. i remember an old neighborhood man chasing squirrels away with a broom. i can recall my grandmother's kitchen and sipping postum with her through sugar cubes and digging in her flower garden with a trowel.
a car we got when i was 3 - a volkswagon beetle had a hole in the floorboard where you could watch the road go by... i have quite a few preschool memories that i enjoy. |
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sorry i'm drawing a blank right now.........being a step-child i was never all that happy............i guess it would have to be when i confronted my step-mother about being my real mothers best friend and asking why it was she died have you worked through these issues? i am seriously not being mean, this can be a very serious issue. you should definately talk to someone about them if you have not already done so. i drink now........no longer have any issues.....other then everyone i love leaving me from the time i was born........but really i'm kool now |
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I hated my childhood. I was a geek with no friends. I guess the best memory was winning the award for best painting in the school when I was in 4th grade. I painted dolphins jumping while the sun was setting. They gave me a little plaque with my name on it and everything to put underneath the painting and they hung it in the hallway. well, being a geek is easy, being a great artist is admirable, i would work on your artistic abilities every day |
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I hated my childhood. I was a geek with no friends. I guess the best memory was winning the award for best painting in the school when I was in 4th grade. I painted dolphins jumping while the sun was setting. They gave me a little plaque with my name on it and everything to put underneath the painting and they hung it in the hallway. well, being a geek is easy, being a great artist is admirable, i would work on your artistic abilities every day I like philosophy better. And I'm better at sketching than painting. That drawing of Edward Scissorhands on my profile is done by me. |
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camping, fishing, baseball games,
christmas |
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Coming home from school and smelling the fresh bread baking. My mom would always make sure that she could pull a loaf out of the oven just as my sister and I were coming in the door. She would slice into that loaf of hot bread and spread real butter on it. Mmmmm!
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a swiss chalet
untimely death os snoopy kittycat pancakes an jammies for breakfast an not a woman in the world telling mw wht to do |
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This may seem pretty simple, but my mother singing as she hung the laundry on the clothes line on Saturday mornings. There were Mimosa trees in bloom and our laundry always smelled so sweet. My window faced the back yard and was open all summer. When my mothers singing mingled with that scent it woke me with a feeling of pure happiness like you would never believe unless you were in my skin on a sunny Saturday morning. It was perfection, for sure!
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This may seem pretty simple, but my mother singing as she hung the laundry on the clothes line on Saturday mornings. There were Mimosa trees in bloom and our laundry always smelled so sweet. My window faced the back yard and was open all summer. When my mothers singing mingled with that scent it woke me with a feeling of pure happiness like you would never believe unless you were in my skin on a sunny Saturday morning. It was perfection, for sure! wow, wow, that was SO poetic. moments expressed like that, must have been VERY special |
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Family outings to the carousel ride, mini golf, or for pizza by the beach.
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This may seem pretty simple, but my mother singing as she hung the laundry on the clothes line on Saturday mornings. There were Mimosa trees in bloom and our laundry always smelled so sweet. My window faced the back yard and was open all summer. When my mothers singing mingled with that scent it woke me with a feeling of pure happiness like you would never believe unless you were in my skin on a sunny Saturday morning. It was perfection, for sure! wow, wow, that was SO poetic. moments expressed like that, must have been VERY special 
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Family outings to the carousel ride, mini golf, or for pizza by the beach. coney island? |
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Bayville
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Bayville ahhhhh |
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roasting and grinding coffee beans while hanging out with my grandmother - she was a great story teller
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