tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post6262724773739839747..comments2024-01-01T10:05:13.685-05:00Comments on YOUR DAILY DOSE: KID STUFFRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14932408372240147454noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-77957702669281727732010-03-23T18:36:26.255-04:002010-03-23T18:36:26.255-04:00There's stories that I remember that my parent...There's stories that I remember that my parents don't - usually the bad ones - and stories that my parents remember that I don't. A sort of truce is called between the two every holiday as we recount the non-violent ones, even the violent ones are funny to us because we lived through them. But we have learned that they alarm visitors. :)<br /><br />I do remember collecting every single pen, pencil, eraser, and piece of paper in the house then opening up a "stationary store" in my bedroom and trying to charge people to get it back.<br /><br />As an adult, I have a really unhealthy obsession with office supply stores. I'm sure the two are related. ;)Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07477498671080132176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-50762715039758105712010-03-23T11:00:34.945-04:002010-03-23T11:00:34.945-04:00My parents never bring up any stories, and I don&#...My parents never bring up any stories, and I don't really remember very much-- I think it is really better that way :).Bathwaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18286545216706532921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-13403189023305845582010-03-23T07:54:59.439-04:002010-03-23T07:54:59.439-04:00My cousin and I wanted to bring worms into the hou...My cousin and I wanted to bring worms into the house but there was no way my aunt was going to let us. So we hid them in our undies and strolled right in. <br /><br />Once in his room we put them on the floor and then got called to lunch. After lunch the worms had scattered everywhere. in his bed, in his books...everywhere! It took my aunt ages to find them!!! She was furious!<br /><br />FB is also great for remembering things. When I was in 4th grade the school was still coed. A little boy called Rodney said to me, "Would you like to see my penis under the desk." I looked under and Rosemaree put her hand up and said, "Miss, Miss, Rodney is showing his penis under the desk"<br /><br />Rodney got sent out. I got bombarded with questions. "I'm not sure it was his penis, Miss," I said. "It may have been his finger." And I still don't remember if it really was to this very day. <br /><br />We were remembering this incident on FB a few months ago and were laughing ourselves silly! We even tried to find Rodney on FB but to no avail...We did find Brian though...but that's another childhood story.<br /><br />Don't get me started!Purple Cowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11016727639028322093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-76412567026342394232010-03-22T22:18:15.446-04:002010-03-22T22:18:15.446-04:00Childhood stories bring us back. It is amazing ho...Childhood stories bring us back. It is amazing how a simple smell, picture, even a touch can remind us of care free days. We can conjure up a million memories in one second and are back to a more peaceful (usually) time. I have so many memories, but most of them on my mind lately are of my brother with the anniversary of his death coming up. I wish so badly that he was still here, but I am very grateful that no one can take away my memories.Julianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04888685759543201494noreply@blogger.com