Sunday, October 25, 2009
5 comments:
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pdwalker said...
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We survived just fine, thank you.
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10/26/09, 10:06 AM
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Anonymous said...
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Yeah, I grew up without a nanny. Now all kids have the same one. Mrs Nanny State.
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10/26/09, 1:02 PM
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Anonymous said...
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It was through bruises, scrapes and cuts that we learned what not to do and how to do better. Nannyism is crippling and retarding child development. And...then they grow up to vote Liberal. FRKS!
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10/26/09, 1:35 PM
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Gayle Miller said...
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My sport of choice was ice dancing. You got injured and kept right on working! Seriously. I once got thrown a little too high, a little too hard and instigated my takeoff a little too energetically - hit a concrete block wall halfway up and came down spewing words my mother didn't know I knew - got it taped up, skated the competition and WON. Did even feel the pain until after we skated! We were tougher then!
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10/26/09, 2:31 PM
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JMcD said...
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Gail, we used to sled ride down Wellman Hill, a brick lined steet that hardly anyone tried to drive up in snow and ice, cause they couldn't, thereby making it ,we thought, a good place to sled ride.The idea was, that before you got to the cross street at the bottom of the hill, you would turn into a driveway and onto a yard, dragging your feet to stop.....Well one night I turned into the wrong drive and right into a row of hedges that were the brair type....Feeling no pain,I enjoyed another hour or so of sledding and then went home and peeled and got in front of the stove to warm up and all those punctures and scratches warmed up and started to burn like hell... I couldn't believe it.....Ah, the joys of my childhood.
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10/26/09, 3:43 PM
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