| Jun 13, 2006 @ 1:20 AM |
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SunBabe
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HAH! I'm not even a farmer, but I know THAT one!  A disk harrow...one of those things they drag behind tractors to chop up the dirt -- has a bunch of sharp edged round disks on it, like a whole axle of pizza cutters. Owie!
"Swastika" necklaces?  People actually wore those? I've never seen one -- totally not cool.  But Peace-sign necklaces and Maltese Crosses...still got a couple of those 
Oooo...I'm STILL mad at those stinkin' boys who pelted our Army surplus 5-man tent with rocks! I know they were just teasin' us 13 year-old girls, but I HAD to peek out and got smacked in the middle of my forehead. They just LAUGHED and kept peltin'.  It's true...you see stars! I really thought I was dead for a sec...doggone rock was the size of a large baking potato and so was the goose-egg on my forehead. The punky creeps.  Took me a year or two before I learned to like boys "that way"  , finally 
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| Jun 13, 2006 @ 2:21 AM |
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angelbaby1970
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I was 8 years old and camping in the santa cruz mountains with my family. I was climbing around on an old tree stump when I stuck my foot in a hole. The hole turned out to be a bee hive and the bees started to attack me. I went into shock and had to be slapped by my mom to get me to come back to reality. I was stung 10-20 times and was very lucky not to have been allergic to bees. I spent the rest of the camping trip in a tent covered with baking soda I refused to leave because I was afraid of getting stung. I'm still afraid of bees to this day.
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| Jun 15, 2006 @ 9:14 PM |
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dsma
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One of my most painful memories is my best friend since age 3 or 4, we were absolutely inseparable, moved away when I was 9. It is a loss that forever changed me, she changed my life. She is an amazing woman, today. I've tried to keep in touch, but we keep losing it. When I see movies of people moving away from their friends, I cry like a baby. Whenever I have to say goodbye to someone, that I know is leaving forever, it takes me a few days to get in the right frame of mind to do it. And then I still cry.. 
On a more lighter note in Grade 5, my friend was swinging me around in the changeroom, after gym, I fell and broke my front tooth. It's been fixed, and you would never know, but I can still feel it today.
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