tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post4523363104640452227..comments2023-10-09T12:11:38.419-05:00Comments on SVR: When You Were YoungMiss Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-37440052348167015482007-09-28T18:29:00.000-05:002007-09-28T18:29:00.000-05:00Just because I want them so badly (brilliant idea ...Just because I want them so badly (brilliant idea - never would've thought of it), I'm sure they've sealed all sorts of records like that. I can just imagine the power trips among siblings (OK, mine).Alison Santighianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09563323713401404448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-36532743240974467022007-09-18T13:44:00.000-05:002007-09-18T13:44:00.000-05:00I remember playing "house" and we had the COOLEST ...I remember playing "house" and we had the COOLEST toys. Including a real phone, that wasn't plugged in, obviously. But I remember that being the coolest damn thing. And all the girls used to fight over it.<BR/><BR/>And then my most vivid memory? We had to color an octopus's legs 8 different colors. And I didn't. Because I was 5. And the teacher gave me an F! And a frowny face!<BR/><BR/>I'm still scarred.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-24029527524947391042007-09-18T12:28:00.000-05:002007-09-18T12:28:00.000-05:00i love this post! i think about the younger me a l...i love this post! i think about the younger me a lot too. okay - i did the same thing with the bright red lipstick! i was in kindergarten, and i incited all the other girls to do it too. i got in so much trouble...Marissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08887213841166460879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-46188909452642128082007-09-17T23:50:00.000-05:002007-09-17T23:50:00.000-05:00I actually ate paste. Who does that?I actually ate paste. Who does that?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10294414614169200852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-43392879037337180252007-09-17T21:38:00.000-05:002007-09-17T21:38:00.000-05:00Hmmm. Now I am starting to see what I remember fro...Hmmm. Now I am starting to see what I remember from Kindergarten. I remember mostly play time. And my teacher having me read to the class. And learning right from left and how to tie my shoes. I remember being in the purple group for show and tell. And my friend's mom having a baby. Oh, and "writing" a book about me.Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09897414542540122640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-16649590267210993192007-09-17T11:12:00.000-05:002007-09-17T11:12:00.000-05:00i've got it worse. i feel like i'm 37 and i haven'...i've got it worse. i feel like i'm 37 and i haven't learned a thing since i was 6.minijonbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310827608075981019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-39800643275597010532007-09-17T09:49:00.000-05:002007-09-17T09:49:00.000-05:00Don't feel bad. I actually wanted to change my nam...Don't feel bad. I actually wanted to change my name to "Sally" when I was that age. I was going to insert it as my "second" middle name.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-62228442595834979252007-09-16T14:54:00.000-05:002007-09-16T14:54:00.000-05:00I get that "if I could go back and do it all again...I get that "if I could go back and do it all again with the confidence I have now" thing now and then...<BR/><BR/>Still - it's what defines us isn't it? Hmmm, the crisp air is making us philosophical...Anthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09303340501621622951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20067083.post-74958994104569396162007-09-15T17:30:00.000-05:002007-09-15T17:30:00.000-05:00The only real image I have of kindergarten is my b...The only real image I have of kindergarten is my best friend peeing on the carpet during quiet time and trying to run out of the room at the end of the day like it didn't happen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com