Tag: playground
group name: childhoodstories
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April 28, 2006 10:34 PM EDT --
I have been nostalgic for the past few months...thinking about old friends, old boyfriends, Chicago the city I grew up in. I don't want to call it a mid-life crisis (I'm not that old!)
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June 10, 2006 04:36 PM EDT --
Erin and I (the Manic Mommies) welcome back pediatrician Dr. Rob to talk summer safety - from sunscreen to poison ivy and playground injuries. He shares practical advice for parents and reveals some of . . . more
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September 27, 2008 05:51 PM EDT --
This past week in our reading program, our piece of literature was a book called Miss Bindergarten Takes a Fieldtrip by Joseph Slate and Ashley Wolff. Neither I nor the other six kindergarten . . . more
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October 07, 2007 04:55 PM EDT --
This is the first of my photo essays from our trip this past weekend to Wenatchee, Washington. My son and son in law both had left a day earlier to take the five oldest kids camping. . . . more
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May 05, 2006 11:21 PM EDT --
I talked to my cousin Davina yesterday. That in itself wouldn't be Earth shaking other than I haven't talked to her since Katrina. She lives down on the gulf in Louisiana and we didn't . . . more
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August 08, 2007 10:14 AM EDT --
This happened probably first grade. Having been raised so far as rather protected and naive, I didn't know better. One day on the playground at school, I was picking up dirt and running by a group . . . more
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June 24, 2007 02:31 AM EDT --
A Perfect Day
A perfect day starts out at waking up around noon., calling my mother, asking if she's on her way back from Kentucky from her parent's house (my niece's great . . . more
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June 13, 2007 02:53 PM EDT --
THE LOLLIPOP GARDEN
By Joel Haas
Well, I couldn’t go on eating only Spam and fried sliced weenies forever.
I would not eat lettuce, string beans, brussel sprouts, peas, . . . more
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June 13, 2007 02:49 PM EDT --
AIRPLANE MILK
By Joel Haas
It was a Saturday.
My mother was out and my father was seeing to me—age four—and my baby brother.
I was going through a phase in which . . . more
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